Glenda Ray Novels & Stories

Glenda suddenly walk across through my mind, now I am sure that she's the woman who keeps on sending me this. I went out of my office and look for her in the whole hospital but I haven't seen her around. I tried to ask the security but unfortunately she already went out of the hospital together with her family. I dialed Kelly's number, "Hello?" she greets. "Hello, Elly. I want to ask if you have a number of Glenda?" I shyly asked. "Glenda? You mean, Mr. Alejandrino's former secretary?" she surprisingly asked.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

With a few simple sentences, he had wiped away my decade of silent dedication to the family. My hard-earned achievements were just feathers in Elena's cap, her promotion, her raise, her newfound power. I let out a soft, bitter laugh, barely audible. I stepped out of the meeting room, pulled out my phone, and dialed a number I had not touched in ages, but knew by heart. The moment it was picked up, I asked without emotion, "Is the Consigliere spot still open?" A low chuckle answered, "Always has been, just for you!"

She was a petite, petite young woman. She was a petite, petite young woman. Like me, she had honey blonde hair and wore glasses that made her look sophisticated. Anne was looking at her the same way she looked at me at the beginning, and I could tell she was evaluating her. "Well, I think the fool is going to be cajoled by the sister-in-law," Glenda said. "That's my most thoughtful theory. If the writers want a big conflict, they'll exploit that to make the tension in the story last a lot longer."

“It was only two months without medication. How could she die? It was only two months…” Her eyes reddened, and her voice trembled as she questioned me again and again. I let out a cold laugh. “Jaime, are you feeling guilty because you killed someone?” Her face turned ashen. “It was only two months. How could she die without medication?” “Do you know that I fell off a cliff, was taken to the hospital, and stayed in a coma for a month? Did you visit my mother even once during that month?”

Soft music played in the background as assorted lights from disco balls twinkled in the room. "Rita, I saw someone that looked like Eric in town today," Glenda suddenly said, tilting her head back as she took her shot in one go.. scrunching her eyebrows and wrinkling her nose at the bitter taste. Glenda Anderson was one of Rita’s best friends, she was a lawyer running her own law firm. She was a blonde with green eyes and an average height. “It can’t be him, he left for City Z on a business trip last week,” Rita said, looking at the trading platform on her iPhone. She was working even when she was supposed to be having fun with her friends.

Mia's POV: Talking to Glenda was easier than I thought. She had this calming and free spirit about her. I almost forgot the reason I was here in the first place until I was done with my meal. And it was an incredible chicken stew. “You want seconds?” Glenda asked, picking up our bowls. “No, thank you,” I said, waving my hands in front of her. “I'm good.” “Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, looking at the pot, “I thought I perfected the recipe. I guess it's not any good then. Oh well.” She dropped the plates in the sink.

"None. I am not yet ready for that, Madam." Glenda put her elbow on the table and rested her hand on her chin. "Honestly, you have a nice look and a slim body. Have you ever flirted with anyone?" "Actually, I have a lover who is obsessed with me, although I admit that he is not my ideal man." "That's good to know, so let me be honest with you, and I hope you don't take it the wrong way: are you still a virgin?" Tricia was gasping in shock at Glenda's too vulgar question. She bowed her head and answered in a firm voice to prove she was telling the truth. "Yes, I am... never been touched and never been kissed!"

A psycho. A glint of madness danced in her eyes as she waited, daring one of us to speak up, to challenge her twisted authority. None of us did. We knew better by now. Any resistance, any objection, would only bring more pain, more suffering at her hands. So we stand in fearful silence, our minds reeling at the horrors that surely awaited us, the cruel games of life and death she had devised as twisted entertainment. Yet amidst our hopeless case scenario, just then, Killian whispered something that made my mind spinning again, "Ruby, listen. I still have the key to the car. We just have to kill this old hag and we can leave the arena through the secret passage you had known..."

answers Penelope, aerial. Hunter takes his hands off her, looking embarrassed. "You should drink some water, try to calm down..." he suggests, speaking so softly that it sounds strange. My friend immediately accepts the suggestion, letting the seamstress take her out. Before silence can settle, Glenda's cell phone rings, and she practically squirms to balance the child and the electronics within reach. Hunter and I looked at each other, curiosity and caution going through the expressions of our faces.