Glory Be Novel Novels & Stories

I said as I collected the documents from him and smiled. “Janelle, no,” father snapped as he collected it back. “His office is a dangerous dead zone,” he said. I smiled, took it back, and said, “Alex will protect me.” “Who’s Alex?” My mom said with furrowed brows. I collected the documents and walked out. They probably thought I’d lost my mind. Right outside Ranks Company, I glanced at the tall glass building—this was the kind of wealth I dreamt of…just not as a slave.

The warmth of the fire and the heat between her and James filled the room, making her feel soft, feminine, and all too aware of him as a man in a way that made her head dizzy for completely different reasons. "'It always seems that when a lady most needs adventure, such an adventure comes knocking upon her door. For Miss Gloria Bellarmy, the knock was indeed an actual knock upon her door, in the form of a tall, dark stranger in need of help.'" James continued to read the Gothic novel, his deep voice pronouncing the words in a seductive tone and sending Gillian into a tranquil mood.

His harsh, silent voice was still in her head after he left. “You needed to say oposite thing, but you still have feelings for her”, Arnes heard Beka’s voice behind him. Her eyes were dark, and about 20 girls from the shelter, which Amy used to run, were next to her, all of them looked the same as she did, enchanted. “What are you doing, you suppose to stay out of the cells”, he said harshly. “You belong to me, and all of them will soon!“, Beka hissed and raised her hand toward him, which threw Arnes on the floor.

I know her so well with her principles. Am lucky to have you in my life, my love. I said to her, Glory::Am more lucky to have you sweetheart. It still looks like a dream to me. My own boss, who I have always prayed to have someone like him. Now I have him. What more can I ever ask from God? Glory told me she has to go prepare something for us to eat and I decided to go assist her in the kitchen. I don't want to let go of her sight, at least not today. True love is sweet.

As I said, this book is dedicated to my friend, Jemmy who died of Complications from Sickle cell anemia in August 2020. I am glad I was able to fulfill my promise of writing a book dedicated to her... All Glory and Honor be unto my father in heaven, who allowed me to share this book with you all... Note, I love you all no matter who you are or where you are from... And, will always love you... You can check out my other books on this app and other ones... 1. Persistence: A story of a young eighteen-year-old lady who believed in the beauty of her dreams. ( Book is currently ongoing and available only on Good novel. )

I smiled and said gently, "Is that so? Congratulations, Catherine. But… I'll have to decline. Send him my best." The call ended. I drifted to the balcony, where Celandre's skyline stretched before me, a forest of steel and glass. Drawing a deep breath, I looked into the boundless sky and let a serene smile curve my lips. Goodbye, Liam. Goodbye… to my past.

His deep eyes caught mine the moment he stood up to introduce himself in class. He got stuck with a desk in the back corner. On his way there, he tripped at least seven times. One evening, as I got to school, I saw a bunch of kids rushing toward the alley out back. Lucy Thompson, my classmate, out of breath, stopped me and said, "Isabella, they're saying the new guy is getting the tar beaten out of him in the alley. Let's go check it out." She pulled me along to the alley, and right as we got there, I heard someone shout, "You think you can steal my girl, you bastard?"

The bubbles burst on the tip of my tongue, leaving a hint of sweetness. I leisurely replied to him with a single sentence. "Easy now. The real fun hasn't even started yet." After setting my phone down, I lay back on the beach chair and closed my eyes. Naomi's face appeared vividly in my mind, twisted with anger and disappointment. She thought Celestial Group belonged to her. She thought the title of CEO could grant her everything. She'd forgotten that the company's name was Celestial because I was the one who would reach up and pluck the stars for her.

It attached. She stared at her hands. The faint shimmer beneath her skin pulsed once, like a quiet heartbeat. Not hers. She curled her fingers into fists. “Damien,” she whispered, leaning closer. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” His eyelids fluttered. “Elara…?” She froze. “Yeah,” she breathed. “I’m here.” Damien’s gaze moved slowly across her face, soft but searching. “Your veins… they’re glowing more.”

“W-what do we do? Please save her.” Beulah reached across the table and pressed her hand to his lips. “Shhh, eh?” She paused, then withdrew her fingertips from Richard’s mouth and ran them over the pages one more time, her onyx irises sparkling. She stared into the egg-sized riverbed quartz, took a long steady breath, and at once began talking in random fragments. “So much death. So . . . much. Eye drops. My gold ring. Mustn’t forget . . . ” The spasms hit, contorting her face. “Trapped inside this stinking body, this rotting cage of flesh and old bones far too long. TIME . . . TO . . . GO.” She tore clear and came to herself at last, slamming the German Bible shut and shoving it away from h