Gloria X Marnie Novels & Stories

She was dressed in a dark red coat and a black pleated skirt with gold trim, her hair neatly combed with a tassel hairpin. Gloria looked terrible, with dark circles from poor sleep—probably from the garbage dumping incident, forcing her to hide in the Ironclaw Pack for days. She managed a curtsey and said coldly, "Luna Adelaide." Adelaide recalled Paisley's words about Gloria trying to compete over wedding gifts at the mating ceremony. Coupled with their previous unpleasant meeting, Adelaide simply nodded coolly. "Luna Gloria." "Luna Adelaide, do you have the leisure to watch the Bloodmoon Pack's drama so early in the morning?"

Harry didn't have sanitary products. It was evening already and the stars were already in play, Maria walked into the nearest convenience store she could find. Forgetting she had a reputation to uphold or hide, she had done carefree without a mask or anything to cover her face with. Who knew fame came with a never-ending game of hide and seek? Whispers ensued wherever she walked by, followed by skin-pricking stares and eyes full of pity. It was nighttime already but the USA had lights enough to tackle the sun. The cashier in particular had thrown her an 'I feel pity for you' stare as she registered what Maria bought. What was happening? It was okay if they recognized her but that stare, it m

I could hardly recognize myself as my face had been made to perfection, my bright caramel eyes held a seductive look as they were adorned with gold and nude shades, my plump lips looked rich and inviting. "Ok seriously, I know you are a werewolf but now I'm thinking you're also part witch!" I laughed as I appreciated all of Marnie's hard work. "Well, I'm glad you like it, besides I only enhanced your features. The beauty is all you baby", she winked as she wiggled to the bathroom to finish readying herself. Marnie wore a short black dress that had beautifully detailed lace for sleeves, she pulled on some thigh-high boots and straightened her naturally wavy hair.

Next to Gloria stands a woman with a haughty smirk. She’s stunning, her beauty almost intimidating. Her dress is bold, a deep crimson that clings to her figure, making a statement of arrogance. Her dark hair cascades in perfect waves over her shoulders, and her eyes, lined with kohl, flicker with disdain. She exudes an air of superiority, her posture erect and chin slightly raised, as if looking down on everyone around her. "Anyway, Rowena, please don’t mind this trash here. You look stunning as always," Gloria gushes, turning to the woman beside her. "I can’t believe how much you’ve accomplished since school. Everyone is talking about you!"

Reuben could barely make out anything apart from the light in the dark, when he heard a voice, it was gentle, soft, a female voice, probably an angel, he thought. This was really happening, and even though he was filled with regrets Reuben welcomed the call. But then the gentle call grew louder, and louder, and finally a figure came into view, the face of a women appeared before him as he laid on his back and stared at her, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, her eyes were like glass, like two golden brown orbs, they tugged at his heart and left him breathless. And she glowed in the light that surrounded them both.

She looked at her reflection in the dark glass of the window — composed, present, completely unreadable. "Send her in," she said. Maren Cole was more beautiful in person than in the photographs Corinna had seen — and she had seen enough of them in the peripheral wreckage of a marriage falling apart. Tall, auburn-haired, wearing something ivory and effortless that had cost a significant amount of money to look that simple. She walked in like a woman who had rehearsed this moment and was determined not to show it. "Corinna." She extended her hand. "Thank you for seeing me."

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 had never seen such a display of power, had no idea that witches were capable of so much. The dark-haired leader stepped forward and waved. She was a little paler than she had been upon her first arrival but looked remarkably unphased by the massive amounts of energy she’d just channeled. “You’re welcome,” she said. “The name’s Marnie. I’m a friend of Ava’s.” Dylan let out a scoff that quickly morphed into a disbelieving bark of laughter, “Of fucking course you are. Ava would make friends who could incinerate a small army. The girl has absolutely no sense and too fucking many people skills!”

Maren called, she was laughing pointing at my hand. “What?” “The glue, it is now on your jeans” she laughed, then I glanced down at my jeans. “Shit” I cursed putting down the glue and tried taking the glue off my Jeans but spread instead. “Oh no don't do that” Maren said, she grabbed a toilet paper and tear some before soaking them with some watering stuff I didn't know. She moved closer started rubbing it on the glue spot. When her hand grabbed my thigh and electric waves surged through. I couldn't help but flinch, Maren stopped.

I had thankfully rejoiced. As I got up from my chair and headed for the door I saw Silas smiling with a single flute in his hand. But the off thing was not that he had a flute, it was actually kind of cool to see him drink champagne. He had always been a soda kind of guy. The problem with what I was looking back at was the fact that he was standing face-to-face with Gloria. Gloria, the renowned mistress of the major. The woman was known for making every member of the pack that was male look at her, with their jaws dropped. Married and unmarried. Sometimes I always sat in awe at the fact that she did not have Arthur on her net of dogs and I bet it surprised her too. Not like she had not tried