Glory By Tasha Cobbs Novels & Stories

Ten calls later, it hit him. I was behind it all, getting even with him. He threw on some clothes and raced to the family compound. Right as he walked in, he caught the buzz among the Soldati. "Isabella barely stepped out, and trouble hit. Do you think there's more to it?" "A climber who couldn't climb. What's she capable of? Must be a fluke." "Yeah, once Ms. Conti gets back from her break, we'll get those deals back on track."

"Mom... Mommy, it wasn't on purpose. I was aiming for that mean lady." I frowned, wondering what kind of lessons Jeffrey had been teaching her. "We can't solve problems with violence," I said. She sobbed, looking so forlorn. "I get it now. I'll remember that, Mommy." I let out a sigh. That was all I could do for her. She would have to learn to navigate her life. Elaine tried to look tough, summoning her inner diva. "Rebecca, you've won," she said. I shook my head.

This was ego territory now—he refused to crumble prematurely, no matter how exquisitely she unraveled him. The song throbbed on, fueling Gloria's deepening trance as she lost herself in the rhythm of service: "Umhh..." Her hot breath fanned his skin like a caress as she stretched her jaw wider, steeling for the next level—engulfing the full head.

As he gains his balance, she immediately pounces on him and swings the glass piece once again. Blood splashes onto Leonardo’s face as he lets out a pained cry. He had blocked the glass with his right arm. While they are still close to each other, he takes this moment to swing his fist at her, making a direct hit to her eye. Meanwhile, Goldie still doesn’t know what a phone is. Giving up on his search, he focuses his attention on the other two. Certain parts of the walls and the floor were coated with a new deep shade of red. Katcha stands up, getting more blood on the floor and the furniture, she notices Goldie and swings her glass piece at him. Before she could get close, her arm suddenly

Then for good measure she bit him just to make sure that he was dead. Glory turned to the other wolves and they all just started back; they didn't move,and didn't say a word to her about what she had just done or what she had just said. But the look that they were giving her was pissing Glory off so she gave them the meanest dirtiest look she could give them. “What the hell do you think that you are looking at let's go, gear up it's probably an ambush so be prepared for anything. Shake a leg people or I will leave without all of you.” With that she ran up the stairs and all the way to the thirds floor to get ready. The only thing that had really changed for Glory was her pants, there was no

She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm. The wound reopened under her pull, and drops of blood fell to the floor. “Joseph, how could you be so despicable? You know Derek is innocent, yet you bribed reporters and hired online trolls. Do you want to ruin his reputation?” Her grip tightened around my wrist with great force. A sharp cracking sound followed. Pain washed over me, and a faint taste of blood filled my mouth. Derek pulled her away and acted generous. “Jaime, it’s alright. I believe Joseph wouldn’t do that.”

“Yes, yes. Oh and Mr. Whatever-your-name-is, thanks for the advice. Because if my bitch had come out, I wouldn’t have been able to do this…” With those words, Gloria, in a classic fluid move, flipped into the air, her legs arcing over the heads of the woman and the man who she’d thanked for his advice. Without touching the swirling hot cloud, she landed in a crouch behind all three warlocks. The sickening crunch of bones breaking couldn’t be masked. Gloria remained in her crouching position, with a finger touching the ground and her head bowed. For a second or two, nothing seemed amiss. Then both Camilla and Frank’s eyes moved to the headless bodies of the female and male warlocks. Both bodi

Water mixed with peeled paint and ash. Christina threw up until there was only bile left. She nearly died.

Her body writhed as Roman’s claws sank into her chest. “Traitor!” Gloria howled. Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger. Roman’s face was hard. “You’ve served your purpose,” he spat. “This was never your legacy. It’s mine.” But Gloria wasn’t finished. With blood spilling from her mouth, she lifted one trembling hand with her fingers curling as she began muttering words in a language I didn’t understand. Her dark magic surged one last time, wrapping around her and flowing into the distance—toward Gilly.

Chapter Seventy-Three Ansel Pov Time and chance had a way of making you feel helpless and incapable. That was how i felt when i saw Gloria at the Mercy of the man who stood behind her with a blade poking at her neck. It shouldn’t have been anything since Gloria was trained, a knife wasn’t supposed to be a problem to her but yet she remained still at the Mercy of the man in the hooded mask. Something in her eyes reflected her current emotions, fear and uneasiness. When my eyes locked around the blade again, I realised why she wasn’t making any move. The blade was coated with wolfsbane, the scent was faint but i could pick it up just lightly.