Glenda Ray Novels & Stories

She kept typing mistakes into the code until the whole thing was completely dead! [Man, I swear she must've been plagiarizing other people's work all along. That's why she doesn't even know the basics.] [Any genius coder out there? Please help us! I'm about to lose my mind!] The ranting on Instagram got louder by the second, and soon, random onlookers jumped into the mess. [Did you all just find out? Word was out a while ago that she only got into Arkenville University because both her parents are professors. They paid her way in.

She grabbed Glenda from behind and locked her arms around the woman's throat. "Now!" Skylar shouted. "Get the dagger!" I lunged forward but Glenda was too strong. She threw Skylar over her shoulder and my mate hit the ground hard enough to crack stone. Before I could reach them Glenda was on top of Skylar with the dagger raised high. "This is for Gerald!" Glenda screamed. "For everything you took from me!" The dagger came down and I was too far away to stop it. Ross threw himself forward but he would not make it in time either. Through the bond, I felt Skylar's acceptance of what was about to happen and her last thought was not fear but love for both of us.

She asked in a deep voice to emphasize her question. Katrina placed her mouth next to Tricia's ears and mumbled, "Hey, don't be overly confident here. I'm Katrina, and I'm Ma'am Glenda's right hand. Even though I'm not a virgin anymore, I've had a lot of customers ask for my extra service." The door of the resto-bar suddenly opened, and Glenda, whose clothes were the same when she interviewed Tricia, showed up. "Good evening to you, Ma'am Glenda. I arrived earlier today, so you wouldn't have anything to say," greeted Tricia.

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..."

Clarisa asked, confronting her. "Yes! You deserve it because you’re a flirt! You took away my future! Reed and I should be the happy ones now, not you!" Glenda’s eyes burned with hatred as she stared at her. Clarisa knew she had to be careful because Glenda might attack her, and she was pregnant.

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.

Rita said, blushing slightly. "Awwww that's so sweet. Girl, you're so lucky." Glenda said, wiggling her brows at her. Evelyn would just smile and chip in here and there. She wasn't much of a talking person and she was exhausted from being on call at the hospital. Amelia took a swig from her juice and looked at Glenda, "so Glen, you said you had something to tell us?" She asked. Glenda blushed and cleared her throat. "Well…" she trailed and acted to brush her blonde hair aside, showing the sparkling ring on her finger.

No makeup on, and no jewelry but she still managed to catch the eyes of everyone. Glenda. What is she doing here?! I was pissed, she was here again and I knew to taunt me with her natural beauty. I despised the fact that she never did anything wrong and even when she did, she knew how to fix it. I loathed her because she was so nice and sweet, little Miss Perfect. Glenda, my parents' goddaughter, was a thorn in my flesh and I could see that thorn had returned. "Oh my! Glenda!" Mom called out joyfully. She froze on her track and turned her body to the side. A smile spread across her worried face. She quickly began walking to us instead of wherever she was heading.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.