Gloriana Kissed You Good Night Mga Nobela at Kwento

She could feel their scorn pressing against her skin. Anger swelled within her. She tore off her tiara, ripped away her veil, and stormed out. The wedding ended as nothing more than a public spectacle. … Back at Abby and Jessica's home, Jack stormed into Jessica's room. A single note lay on the desk. There were two words, written in her familiar handwriting: I'm leaving. Beneath the note, there were a few items. A bank card and a storage box. Inside the box was every gift he had ever given her.

“The kiss.” “Yes.” His gaze locked onto hers, unreadable. “Your goodnight kiss.” Her breath caught, fury and fear warring inside her. “You’re insane.” “Perhaps.” He leaned closer, so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “But you agreed.” Her heart pounded violently, yet she refused to let him see her crumble. Slowly, with trembling defiance, she rose on her toes and pressed the lightest, quickest kiss to his cheek. Barely a brush.

Her dress was disheveled, unzipped, her hair a mess. And the moment she saw me, she deliberately loosened the upper part of her gown further, exposing herself completely. She pressed her body against Ryan, pulled his face toward her, and kissed him — while I stood there, frozen, shocked, unable to move. Ryan was too occupied even to notice my presence; he looked like a wild beast in rut. When I managed to glance back at that staff member, she was still staring at me. Her face was blank, unreadable, but her eyes carried something — hatred, pity, maybe both. I couldn’t tell.

The Grand Ballroom of The Sterling shimmered under the glow of magnificent crystal chandeliers. The scent of lilies and roses filled the air, a luxury that should have been mine tonight. I stepped inside, letting my high heels click a steady, confident rhythm against the marble floor. Gwen had indeed performed incredible feats. I wore a sleek, deep black silk dress that hugged my frame perfectly—a color symbolizing mourning for my past and a bold statement for my new self. My hair fell in elegant waves, and my makeup was sharp, making it clear I wasn't here to mourn.

My mother walked over and wrapped her arms around me from behind. She rested her chin on my shoulder and spoke through a choked voice. “It doesn't matter. My daughter is the most beautiful bride in the world.” Julian pushed open the door and came in. He dropped to one knee in front of me and carefully adjusted the hem of my gown. “Suzy, you look beautiful.” He looked up at me, his eyes filled with awe and affection. I smiled at him. On the night before the wedding, the pain was so intense that I couldn't sleep.

Since she intended to flee, her agreement was just a temporary expedient. She tugged at Leopold's tie, pulling him down, her eyes brimming with passion as if to drown him. "Babe, love me properly." Just this once, let her indulge freely on this last night. "Call me like this when we're alone." Leopold sealed her lips with a kiss. That night, Gloria was more proactive than ever. Leopold felt himself getting lost in her. She nestled in his arms, wide awake. "When can I go back?"

He nodded in approval. "Yeah, we need to go so we have time to beat the sun and make it back." I purred and kissed his cheek before I slipped him into the passenger seat of my personal car then got in the driver's seat, starting her up. I turned on the radio and quickly drove out of the garage, texting Stormy at the same time. Me: Stormy, I'm going out for part of the night. If you get hungry, go to a maid and ask for a bottle of blood... or bite them. Love you my sweet princess.

Apparently, being apart from Bastian had been as hard on her as it had been on him. “Oh, he'll be back?” Relief flooded Ava's voice and her shoulders relaxed slightly. She looked exhausted. Her blouse was wrinkled and her shorts stained with the signs of fast food and travel. Her usually shiny, thick red hair was pulled back and brushed, but her eyes were red and her skin drawn and pale. If I looked up “travel-weary” in the dictionary, her picture would be there. Given that the island wasn't an easy place to get to without a private jet, I could only imagine the night she'd had. “You are coming to the gala tonight, right?” I asked, already working on a plan. This was going to be my opportuni

he whispered gently, pressing his hand against the small of her back, “you’ll collapse if you stay awake all night. Tomorrow she’ll need us more than ever.” “I can’t,” Gloria rasped, her eyes still locked on Emily. “Not while she looks like this.” Lucas’ voice softened, though the firmness beneath it remained. “You can. Because if you fall apart now, who will she lean on tomorrow? You know how Emily loves to be in your arms more than any of us.” Gloria’s throat bobbed with a swallow. Her gaze lingered on her granddaughter for what felt like forever before she leaned down, pressed her lips against Emily’s clammy forehead, and whispered, “Sleep well, my little angel. Don’t scare Grandma like t

I wanted it so badly. Gabe crawled onto the padded lounger with me, pushing my shoulder with one hand and cradling my head with the other as he lay me down. He nipped at my exposed collarbone, dragging his teeth along the soft flesh and making me gasp with desire. The bottom of my dress shifted upwards as I wrapped my legs around him. It felt strange to be so exposed outside, but given that there was nothing but ocean in front of us, I wasn't worried about being seen. Gabe paused in his kisses, pulling back for a moment and looking me over. His pupils dilated further. “You are so gorgeous,” he whispered reverently.