Glenda Ray Novels & Stories

Am I worse than Margaret and the others? Paige: [That's not what I meant. I just thought you guys were responsible for different things.] Gloria: [The truth is that I’m actually Mr. Jewell's right-hand woman.] Paige: [Huh?] Gloria: [I can do what Sandra and Margaret can do. I've been by their and Mr. Jewell's side for many years, and even if I didn't know how to do the work initially, I've learned now. I know how to be a good secretary, but Sandra and Margaret don’t.]

They were the only ones in the house. “Reed! It’s good to see you here!” He was mistaken… It was Glenda. She was wearing just a small piece of fabric. He knew she was flirting with him, but he wouldn’t fall for it. He knew this was one of the things that upset Clarisa; he attracted women, and there were many chasing after him, so why add to his wife’s heartache? “Glenda... I didn’t realize you were here.” He responded simply. “I missed you, Reed.” She hugged him tightly. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he could feel her firm chest against his. He knew this was intentional. He quickly grabbed her shoulders and gently pushed her away from the hug.

There was no answer, then an older woman appeared from the back, she was watching me, her hazel eyes held mine. "You won't find your Azalea here, child. She went back to your pack." She said softly then went into the kitchen and began setting the table for two. "Who are you?" I asked her as I watched her busy herself in the kitchen."I'm Glenda, child. I'm a hybrid werewolf who owns the local Inn where your Azalea was staying up until recently. Oh that girl, she's one tough cookie, that one." She said as she spoke of Azalea.

I help him sit up, rubbing my hand up and down his back. “Raya,” I hear Glenda say from behind us, startling me. “Goddess, Glenda. How did you get here so fast?” I ask while placing a hand over my heart. “Magic,” she laughs. Her eyes darted towards Ryan suddenly, a sad look taking over her face. “Oh no,” she whispers quietly, walking towards Ryan with a look I don’t quite understand. Ryan smiles up at her, ready for anything, “just give it to me straight, Glenda,” he sighs, the hope is his eyes from earlier diminishing.