Glenda Ray Novels & Stories

the woman asked suddenly, her gaze settling on me with curious warmth. The question caught me completely off guard. My mind raced, trying to formulate a response, but before I could, Austin chimed in. “Yes, she is,” he said with a mischievous grin that only added to my confusion. I opened my mouth to protest, but Mr. Railway cut me off. “She’s my assistant, Glenda,” he corrected, his tone sharper than usual. The look he shot Austin promised retribution, but Austin merely grinned, seemingly immune to the warning.

They looked perfect together. Compliments flew. Glenna soaked it all in, glowing like she lived for it. Then her eyes found Rhea. Quiet. Alone. She walked over, hand out. "Hi, you must be Rhea Smith? I'm Glenna Digger. Hope we get along from now on." Rhea shot her a glance but stayed still. First time face-to-face, but Glenna's hate had always been loud. When Rhea didn't budge, Glenna turned to Eddie, all faux-upset.

* After having Gretchen help me zip up my pleated silver gown for the fundraiser, I looked at myself in the mirror one last time before leaving and took a deep breath. My hair was done up in a messy bun (in case of hot flashes) with some rhinestones added for glam, my makeup was complimentary to my dress and slightly glittery, and my lips had a shimmer on them but no added color. My feet are too swollen for heels, so I’m wearing flats tonight. It feels odd, to be honest. There’s something about heels that gives a woman the confidence of a strong, sexy woman as she walks, and I didn’t feel that right now.

Layla frowned at me and Garrick. "Just recently." I shrug happily. After that, Layla seemed much more pensive. She went to chat with a few other girls, I concentrated on preparing for my performance and didn't notice Layla's mood change. Many ballet performances after that were nothing special, the judges seemed to feel quite bored and constantly yawn. Among the judges, two are the most famous. Ms. Glenda is a strict ballet teacher, she no longer directly teaches classes at Malibu academy, but she is the manager here. Ms Glenda used to be a ballerina in the group 'The Angels', the legendary ballet group.

“I just thought she looked like the tough type who would never shed a tear over anything, so I wondered.” Deirdre returned to her work as she exhaled a breath. “Glenna’s a tough cookie. I’ve never seen or heard her cry before, which means… if she did cry, then it must have been over something that really broke her heart.” - Glenna only returned after the potato slices were almost done. She explained that she was having a stomachache. Not willing to expose her, Deirdre played along. “Had something shady lately?” “Yeah, that’s gotta be it. It must be that super-spicy taco from the other day. D*mnit, I should have known!” she replied as she finished slicing the last potato.

they both exchanged looks, typical mother and daughter in law, I wonder what kind of spell I was under when I foolishly followed Devin and tried to please him and his family when all they did was to make me feel useless and inferior to them. “Have you come to gloat about your marriage, Glenda?” I asked her, my eyes instinctively moved to her hands, her wedding finger is bare, isn’t she suppose to have her big rock the one she was always blabbering about when I was in prison, I moved my eyes to her pretty but worn-out face, I saw malice in her eyes, what did I do now? I asked myself.

His audacity was infuriating me to the bones. “You sick lonely old man!” Brian countered and raised his hand in defense. He was ready to retaliate. Ready to attack. Glenda rushed to Brian and stopped him from coming near me. She frantically pushed him backwards, her small voice struggled over Brian's thick harsh roars. “Stop! Stop! Brian! Stop it!” She yelled repeatedly. I looked at her small frame pushing Brian backwards. Glenda was talking to him like she knew him. Like they have been close. Like she was begging him not to share her secret.

Still, I’ll need to do something about him, he’s been on the council for centuries, and many Alpha’s are fond of him. I can’t kill him because that will change nothing. “I understand, councilman Gerald. From here on, I’ll try to earn your allegiance and respect,” I nod respectfully. His eyes widen, and his jaw tenses. I don’t know if he’s more angry or shocked, but I signal Elias to continue. “As I was saying, Freya is a powerful nymph wielding two elements. She was stopped once before by someone you have all met – Lucinda Carson,” murmurs spread throughout the room, but as quickly as they started, they stop when Jaxson releases a throaty growl.

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.