Glory By Tasha Cobbs Novels & Stories

I could see how surprised and shy she was. Sir Lyod, is this for me? She asked. Lyod:: yes glory, it's for you, I have always wanted to do this but I was a bit scared. I never knew how you would take it and more to that, I wasn't so sure of my feelings for you then. But now I am certain glory, I am in love with you. Glory was so surprised to hear this as the flowers fell from her hands, she could not believe her ears. She was so shy at this moment and I knew she wouldn't be able to say a word to me.

Anita turned her back for Glory to zip up her black dress. "Which of your friends is that? A male?" Glory asked out, surprising Anita again, and Anita screamed at her, "No, Glory! When did I ever discuss a male with you? I hope you're reading your books in school and not shifting your focus to the handsome males in your class?" "No, big sis," Glory quickly denied as she blushed.

Continuous cries of agony came from outside, and there were many voices Gladys recognized. She never expected that a day like this would come. The day when the person she trusted the most, the daughter-in-law Master Kassius gave her, would betray her. She was a hungry wolf, a hungry wolf that was dormant by Gladys’ side for twenty years! Outside the Buddha hall, the big battle continued. Blood was already flowing across the entire place, and blades were clashing everywhere.

Her grit and determination are sexy as hell. Fallon reaches the platform, grabbing ahold of one of the boards to swing herself up. As she does, one of the recruits that was tailing her closes in and snatches her other patch off of her shoulder just as she swings onto the platform. It should be game over, but either she doesn’t know that her patch was taken or she just doesn’t care. Once on the platform, she lands a couple of good jabs on Brennan, one of the gold team recruits guarding the flag. As he staggers back and falls, she wheels to Summer, the other flag guard, and knees her in the stomach so hard that it knocks the wind out of the poor girl.

In a heartbeat, all the color drained from her face. I looked up and sized her up. In just a month, the woman who used to be so high and mighty—polished down to her last strand of hair—now looked haggard with bloodshot eyes. Her haute couture suit hung loosely on her frame, making her look like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes. Her pride and commanding presence had vanished without a trace. All that remained was desperation. Her lips trembled, and it took her a while to find her voice. "Kieran…"

As I listened to the busy tone on the other end, my chest felt like it was being gripped by an invisible hand, making it hard to breathe. But Yves, I no longer had a future… I leaned against the wall, struggling to stand before inching my way downstairs step by step. In the living room, my family surrounded Rebecca as if she were the center of the universe. She wore an expensive, exquisite couture dress, and her makeup was flawless. She looked as proud as a peacock while receiving everyone's praise. No one noticed me, because they didn't even look my way. I was like an outsider, unable to blend in with their celebration.

She mentioned Jennie’s name and the butler at the entrance allowed her entry. The moment she stepped in, she saw that the entire Shaw residence was decorated and transformed into a luxurious party hall. The magnificent scene was something that Gloria had never seen before in her 12 short years of life. She envied Jennie very much. She felt like she had to perform well today. Halfway through the party, Jennie introduced her to the crowd and requested for her to play a song on the piano. The song Gloria chose to play was Bandari’s ‘Snowdreams’. Her performance was artistic and beautiful, and everyone in the audience was stunned.

Just as I finished, my mother shoved my head on the glass wall again as she kept hollering, "Dream on! I designated Harold as my heir last year already! Whoever he marries will inherit the company with him!" Though everyone was stunned by her words and regarded Harold with even more admiration, that was when an elderly but strong voice boomed in the gala hall behind us, "Quincy Waltz! I dare you to say that again!"

“They have to keep the air conditioning up, so I thought you might be cold.” I smiled. “That was very thoughtful of you.” Greer slipped on her robe, tied the sash, and then crossed her arms over her chest. “I didn’t realize I was getting so cold. Thanks,” she whispered as she forced a smile. Then, she turned her attention back to Tasha. The warmth from the robe felt heavenly. I was so wrapped up in Tasha’s performance that I hadn’t realized I was getting cold, either. The song Tasha was singing came to an end. “Let’s hear it for Tasha Granger!” the announcer’s voice boomed over the loud speaker.

"I won't, if you don't want me to." "Good girl. Now go get the Alpha, make no mention of this to anyone." She nodded before walking away and shutting the door behind her. "What did you do to her?" "Nothing, at all." "She… likes you?" "Obsessed is a better word." "You shouldn't use her that way." "Riley, she wants to be used." . Just like Daisy, Thane paused the moment he saw Gloria, dead; of course, he knew how exactly this happened, the puncture marks marring her skin was all the explanation he needed.