Glint Novels & Stories

She looked more closely at the cross now. The indigo blue glass was cut on one side, on the other side it had a smooth surface. The cut ran to a point in the middle of the four arms of the cross and broke the light in various rainbow tones. The little spots of color danced on her skin to the rhythm of the speeding car. Although it had neither a hole nor an eyelet, it looked as if it belonged to a piece of jewelry and Aurelia figured out that it might have come off an employee's necklace.

A look of regret crosses his face and tears run down my face cause I know what he means “No please it hurts” I murmur. He's been training me to control ‘obsidian’ in case she comes out but when he says my trigger word it’s hard for me to fight it "I'm so sorry tsvetok, I promise I’ll make it up to you” he kisses my hand whilst keeping his eyes on the road “Please” I beg in a whisper "Shadow" he whispers and then everything goes black Obsidian POV: Finally, it's my time to shine ladies and gentlemen. Being Amari’s alter ego and personality disorder is just boring. She’s too sweet. Too weak she could learn from me

I'm assuming that it's from his ex-girlfriend. I really want to know this annoying ex-girlfriend. I want to thank her for letting this amazing go because I'm going to claim him as mine. M.I.N.E I saw Leon notice that I'm here and he smiled at me. He gestured me to wait and I gave him a light nod. I grabbed a glass of wine and I saw a lot of paparazzi taking my pictures from the side. I smiled when Leon walked towards me. Slowly, I noticed that his smile faded and I wondered why.

I grinned. “So… you’ve watched Silver Sworn,” he replied with a smirk, pulling Britney closer. “Everywhere I go all I see is your face,” I grinned, “and by everywhere, I mean everywhere,” I clarified with a slight eye-roll. He shrugged slightly, “yeah, I mean its part of the-“ “OH MY GOD, IS THAT DWAYNE JOHNSON!” I blurted out, my eyes widening at the sight of the silhouette figure of the giant of a man, dressed sharply at the far end of the room.

Shin wears a red dress which makes her look even more beautiful, so Redric feels jealous of the foreign men who visit Restaurant Essort continued to stare at Shin without blinking. Yeah, right now Shin looks like a royal princess, white skin with a sharp nose, slightly pointed chin and slightly wide eyes, also with naturally curvy lashes, plus thin lips that make anyone who sees him tempted.

He asked, shooting me a death glare. If glares could kill, I would have been dead by now. I cleared my throat. "Uhm...I...I want to change in there." I said my eyes was filled with tears. I thought he was going to sleep with me again. "Why the fuck are you hiding your assets from me? They are mine. I own everything on your body."

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The shiny blade is buried in the Latroot's back. The angry creature drops down to its belly once more and spins around toward the glowing male. Its bizarre spider-like eyes blink rapidly as it assesses its enemy, but the champion stays calm. The monster swings its front left arm forward, and the Glortinon dodges to the right. He lands almost next to the creature's head and suddenly drops his elbow to the back of the creature's neck. The Latroot roars, and as it tries to escape to the left, the champion yanks his knife out of its back.

Broken shards of glass lay scattered on the floor, mirroring the shattered pieces of her heart. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a silvery glow upon the chaos. Aria's eyes fixated on the fragmented reflection, the cracks becoming symbolic of the pain and confusion consuming her. She closed her eyes, a quote she had once read resurfacing in her mind. "Don't tell me the moon is shining. Show me a glint of light on broken glass."

My voice broke with panic, my hands scrambling for my blade. “Quick, Eren, torches—now!” Aziz barked. Flint scratched. A torch flared, then another. Uncle Eren shoved one into a wall sconce, the flames casting long, jittering shadows. Then it happened. Our hellblades began to glow. A red pulse, faint at first, then stronger, like a heartbeat shared between them all. The glow shimmered across the stone, reflecting in our eyes. My throat tightened. “Why is it glowing already, I don’t see anything?”