Gloria X Marnie Novels & Stories

Hearing their fathers’ affairs laid out at the table left them both uneasy. The conversation shifted, and Gloria brought up the girls’ futures. She smiled at Xena. “I heard that Mr. Gibson is divorced now. I suppose we’ll be toasting your wedding next.” Zoe gave Xena a reproachful look. “This girl is useless. If she had any ambition, she would have been Mrs. Gibson eight years ago.” “Xena is still young, only twenty-six. It’s the perfect age for marriage,” Gloria said with encouragement. Xena gave a faint smile. “I’m not in a hurry.”

I groaned when I heard that familiar voice from behind. Fucking-perfect timing! Forcing out a smile, I turned around and found Gloria in her red sexy gown with a long slit on her right side. Alright. Here comes one of my reasons why I hated parties. Gloria Mendez. Ang mistress ng bayan. "I didn't know you would be here!" She exclaimed sabay kapit sa braso ko, making me groaned with it in annoyance. "Not now, Gloria." I grumbled then sipped my drink.

The woman standing across Selene had silky black hair. With delicate features, she had an air of elegant beauty about her as her eyes shone soulfully under the light. Her skin was as fair as snow, and her demeanor was both innocent and alluring. Dressed in a beige white dress, her frame was tall and slim, giving her the impression of a fallen angel. Gloria frowned. "Harvey is coming to see me? I thought that he was busy with something."

] Watching the comments pile up, more and more vicious with every refresh, my suspicions finally felt solid. So, this was the real Nicole. Without my ideas to steal, she couldn't even handle simple code. She was nothing more than a pretty face with nothing underneath. But then… what was it that tied her to me in the first place? While I was still turning it over in my head, the phone in my hand blasted with a shout. Mark hadn't hung up. His voice was sharp with panic. "Kelsey, did you hear me? You have to help Nicole fix this. You're the only one who can do it!"

MARIANNE I waved Troy goodbye once again as he turned and got into his car. The moment he drove off, I went back inside, locked the door, and took out the gift he had given me. It was a stunning, floor-length red dress that practically radiated elegance and allure. The fabric was a rich, silky material that caught the light, with a daring slit down one side and a neckline that hinted at sophistication while teasing a bit of skin. Its deep crimson shade promised an unforgettable evening, perfect for a night filled with luxury and romance.

It sounded like a woman kicking off, demanding to be let in. I looked up, and my stomach dropped to my trainers. The woman making all the commotion was Mari. She looked absolutely furious. The dark red fog was practically visible around her. But what really made my jaw drop was the woman walking slightly behind her. Tiana. Damn. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Even more so in the flesh than in her profile pictures. She was wearing a perfectly cut, black glittery dress that clung in all the right places, her dark curls wild and framing her face perfectly. She looked like a goddess who had accidentally wandered into a children’s party.

he said, unable to hold his laughter in as he left her in his room to go meet Marcel. “Gosh! I am so stupid! How did I fucked this up like this?" Gloria was angry and disappointed with herself. She let herself get carried away by Eden's good looks and sweet talk that he was able to get inside her panties in just a few minutes they met and although it was good and sweet while it lasted however as soon as Marcel entered the room and Gloria set sight on him again she knew instantly she had made a terrible mistake. She just fumbled the bag big time because in comparison to Marcel, Eden is a Mercedes Benz while Marcel is a sexy Lamborghini. How do you compare the two?!!....

Button down shirts and sneakers were too cliche, to me. It was already a few minutes past seven. " We're done!" I heard Gloria's voice from behind and turned around. She dramatically moved to the right to reveal Olivia. She was dressed in a Primoda Women's Spaghetti Strap backless thigh-high slit body-con Maxi long dress that hugged her curves tightly. I feared the gown might tear from how tightly it held her. Gloria had styled her big brown hair to shiny brown curly locks. She packed it tightly at the back, allowing some to fall to her face.

Before she knew it the pages were whisked away, Griffin had grabbed her tote bag from Marine-man and he was ushering her out through the door with a firm guiding hand in the small of her back. Gloriana stiffened away from the contact and rubbed her arms. He was well over six feet and seemed to dwarf her own five-foot-ten frame. “If you’re cold you should try wearing more clothing. You’re not on the beach anymore,” he snapped, hard eyes raking her body as if she were a foul piece of garbage. Blinking perplexedly, Gloriana looked down at her white T-shirt, black leggings, and black ballet flats. “I was wondering… Ever heard of a bra, Glow?”

"No, it's true. The Mate Bond between Xander and me was damaged, which hurt my core. According to Liam, I might not have long to live." Gloria froze, her smile vanishing. "Look at me, I've been abroad for the past few years, and now I can't keep up with the trends? Are you all creating tragic personas now? Should I make a depressive one too? Or schizophrenic?" Gloria laughed loudly, her state becoming somewhat manic. "Gloria! Face reality," I gently pulled on the back of her hand.