Glory Be Novel Novels & Stories

The sun had already set by the time I finished work. Jaime always called this place a remote village. Every minute here felt like torture to her. I thought she would not be able to stand it and would leave. To my surprise, she waited outside my office door. When she saw me, she stood up at once and hurried to my side. “Joseph, you still haven’t told me what happened. Did your mother really die?” I stopped walking and looked at her. A cold laugh escaped me. “My mother died. Isn’t that what you wanted? Your mother’s so‑called killer finally paid the price. Are you satisfied now?”

Rosalie glanced maliciously at me, pointed at my bracelet and cursed, "Selina, how did you sneak in? You came here to cause trouble, right? How... How dare you wear this bracelet?!" Her voice was so loud that it attracted everyone's attention instantly. "Is this woman's bracelet the Eternal Sincerity that Mr. Grey spent a fortune on to win for his wife? Today is the first time that Mr. Grey will appear with his wife. Is she trying to embarrass Mrs. Grey?"

Adams muttered furiously, as he twisted Glory's arm hardly but that didn't stop glory from saying the truth despite being groaning in pain. "I don't know who you are to him. But I will give you something, I might perhaps tell you something you can't believe it, I might feel miserable yourself,... Because it might be disgusting to you only if you have human emotions and not emotionless like the beast standing behind me" she muttered and a heretically laughter followed her words instantly. Adams's anger burned furiously as he tighten his grip around her neck ready to twist it to the other side. "He's a beast himself, a brother should protect his younger ones but her is a brother using his youn

“I can’t help but feel guilty that he has to go through so much pain for my sake.” Glory patted my hand. “Don’t be like that. It is safe to say this journey was fated. It had nothing to do with you.” I wiped at the tears and held her gaze. “Do you think he will survive this?” “If he is anything close to what you have described, believe that he would fight his way back to you.” I nodded my head hopefully. “Thank you, nurse Glory. I must admit, I am taken aback by your kindness. I wasn’t exactly nice to you the first time we met.”

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

Nevertheless, Phoebe was confident she wouldn't lose. She was beautiful, intelligent, and cunning. There were plenty of men not interested in her, and she made sure that would apply to Gladwin too. What man could withstand a life without sex after experiencing its pleasures? Phoebe would seduce him. By any means, she would get Gladwin. And she would make him eat his words because Phoebe would make Gladwin kneel and make herself pregnant with his child.

Wow, am I that excited that I am still awake? Me: Thanks, bestie. Glory: Are you excited? I mean you might meet your mate tomorrow. Me: I am and I am hoping I do. Glory: Well, I am just about falling asleep here. I will let you go and see you tomorrow. I will help with getting you ready. Me: I will see you early and we can go to the party together. Glory: See you love you. Me: Love you too. (Smiley) I put my phone away curled up in bed and closed my eyes.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

I wandered over to the window, pulling back the curtains to reveal a stunning view of the village below, its lights twinkling beautifully. As I watched the village and its peacefulness I made a short gratitude prayer to the goddess. I turned away from the window, surveying my new surroundings. Everything screamed majestic, royalty. It felt like I was on some sort of vacation. A glance at the big clock on the wall reminded me of the dinner appointment.