Gloria Romero Novels & Stories

Gloria, my house manager’s, voice floated into the room. “Come in,” I replied, trying to temper my tone. As the door creaked open, she peeked her head in, her white and gray hair neatly pulled back into a bun. She had her usual sense of almost infectious calm. “Is there something you needed, Gloria?” I asked, resting my hands on my lap, forcing myself to calm down. “I ordered the flowers you requested for Señorita Summer,” she said, her eyes shining with their familiar warmth. “They are expected to be there tomorrow.”

That no longer had any effect on me. “What is a Rogue Wolf, like you, doing here in Amberose City?” I whispered and looked around if she had others following her. I knew Gloria for half of my life. She always had some plans under her sleeves. I had a hunch that meeting her that morning was no coincidence. Something was up. I can sense her playing a manipulative game on me, “Talk” She chuckled and turned her head to look at the school, “So, I heard you left that b*tch Pamela.. for a Witch. Tiana Winters? A fashion designer? Really, Niko?”

Her eyes widened in horror as she saw blood seeping from Gloria’s red dress, soaking into the fabric. Rosa was about to type to search for help when Gloria grabbed her by the arm. Gloria gave her a big smile and said, "Don’t leave, just stay. You will find people who will love and accept you. I’ll say hi to your mom… h-ha," she whispered, her voice barely audible. She tried to speak more, but all that came out was a shallow breath, a soft groan of pain. She felt so weak, so cold. "Gloria, please!" Rosa screamed again, her voice cracking. "No! Please, stay with me!"

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen

, Gloria had answered when he asked her. Adriel nodded in understanding. Gloria was an actress, a newbie, but an actress all the same, it made sense for her to worry about her image, especially with the rumors around her that were already going about. The two of them walked into the hotel and Adriel lodged a room for them while Gloria stood in the background trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. She had her hat and dark glasses on so no one would recognize her.

She shook her head, “No, no way. I must take good care of Rican for Stella. As long as Stella comes back, I believe that Rican will change his mind.” “You…” “Oh, my head hurts.” Gloria didn’t want to quarrel with me anymore. She covered her head and shouted that she had a headache. I took a deep breath and stopped arguing with her. I quickly got the medicine and some water for her, “Take the medicine first.” “No, I don’t take it. Don’t quarrel with me. Then, I won’t be in such a pain. Damian, the doctor says that I can’t be stimulated. If you provoke me like this, I won’t be able to recover.”

Here in Gloria's manageable abode was surprisingly Luna Ren, Amaya, a shaman and Gloria. Mariah, on the other hand, laid unconscious on the bed with the shaman examining her. Gloria stared intently at the shaman yet was greatly afraid of what might be wrong with her daughter. Luna Ren and Amaya were quick to inform Gloria about her daughter. Thereafter, Gloria insisted her daughter be brought to the house. Finally, the shaman was done, then he turned to behold the anxious faces of the ladies. “So? What's wrong with my baby?” Gloria asked apprehensively – no one could comprehend how scared she was.

She tucks her hand in the cleavage of her dress and brought a pen drive she had hidden there. “This is an evidence that can eliminate him. Everything I dies was for you Damian” This gets my attention loud and clear. “How so?” “This is the conversation between us last night and he said quite a lot of things.” Gloria chokes out, positively trembling. “I was fed something when was there, it makes my stomach hurts so much. And I was told that It will always make me feel heat. I… I don’t know what’s happening but I really feel very horny” Her cheeks are flushing with colour and she sounds as though she might cry.

Her tone was one of genuine admiration, devoid of any hint of jealousy, a testament to her confident nature. Lawrence's surprise quickly gave way to intrigue. He realised that Gloria's admiration for the woman on the packet covers was not a passing fancy, but a deep-seated, genuine appreciation. A new wave of curiosity washed over him. "Tell me more," he asked, leaning even closer to Gloria, captivated by her enthusiasm. "Who is she? How did you become a fan of hers?" He was eager to unravel the mystery surrounding this enigmatic woman. "Well," Gloria began, her eyes sparkling as she launched into her story, "she played the pivotal role of the Indian minister, Ritu, in Rachna's highly antici

His secondary and more important task, the main reason he was there in the first place, was to kill someone that needed killing. The mark was a woman; her name was Gloria Cross. She was a madam who operated the biggest and most successful brothel in Neo Manila. She had provided a needed service for the middle and higher castes. She catered to all types of clientele: men, women, lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transsexuals, and queers. She had amassed great wealth and power, as a result, had become a person of interest to the Higher Echelons of the Colony.