Glory Cast Novels & Stories

Glory watched the house and every other person came after her and has always respected her. “I wish it was as easy as you make it sound” Glory laments. She did not know how to go about telling them the person they had all been maltreating and making her work so hard was none other than the mistress of the great house. Cassandra was not only the wife of Carlson Cobswell but also his lady.

Eden said as he paraded in front of the girls. "Amaya, I'm counting on you and Sara for the main part of the job, Gloriana will instruct you on how you should act, please cooperate with her, and do not mess up," he continued as he turned to a tall brown skin girl who was standing in front of the girls. She nodded affirmatively and Eden smiled wryly. The door opened again, and Gloriana walked in hurriedly. She was dressed in a black one-shoulder short dress and a black platform heels. Her hair was nearly packed and her makeup was also top-notch.

She clung to my pillow all day—sometimes she would laugh, and sometimes she would cry. Father's hair turned gray overnight. He drank heavily every day and became an utterly useless person. Clyde had also lost his mind. He often ran alone to my grave and kneeled there for an entire day. Yves was stripped of his position as the gang's consigliere. Every day, he stood before my tombstone, caressing the face in the photo over and over again. Endless remorse would accompany him for the rest of his life. … Many years later, the once-prestigious Shaw family had long been forgotten by others.

He seemed genuinely touched, and I could feel that he was genuinely happy for me. "She is beautiful," Harald added, his eyes shining with pride and love. "You are a true warrior." Hearing those words, I couldn't help but cry. They ran down my face as I looked at these two men, who had been by my side through such difficult times. Their presence was a foundation, and at that moment, I felt that there was a space for happiness in our lives. But suddenly, a shadow moved through the door. Glory entered the room dressed as a doctor, but there was something strange about her expression. She was armed, and my heart started racing. It was as if the air had become thick and difficult to breathe.

Ruby sends up a howl, alerting our patrols on the border and our wolves in no man’s land that we’re heading towards them. Beside me and behind me, I can hear the sounds of wolves running at a gallop and I know that Raul, Bree and Dax have all shifted as well. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bree and Raul switch places, so Bree is now beside me, with Dax on the other side and Raul is now behind me. Bree and Dax are flanking me, protecting their Alpha and Raul knew to make that swap with Bree without even being asked.

Then Nicole leaned in as if she was saving the moment, looping her arm around my shoulders with this fake-friendly smile. "Oh, come on. Don't be mean. Kelsey is basically the computer science queen of Arkenville University!" But instead of helping, that just made everyone look at me differently. Their eyes were filled with a mix of doubt and disgust, as if they'd just uncovered something nasty. "So she's the one who plagiarized Nicole's work? Damn. Didn't expect that. She's not even cute, and on top of that, she plays dirty." "Exactly. Ugly on the outside, shady on the inside. I can't believe Nicole still invited her. That's what you call a real angel."

Maybe, just maybe, they would get through this after all. Gloria sat in the opulent sitting room, surrounded by lavish furnishings and exquisite artwork. Her eyes were fixed on the TV, a sly smile spreading across her face as she watched the news of Luke's accident unfold. The anchor's somber voice filled the room, detailing the severity of the crash and Luke's critical condition. A flashback appeared, revealing a conversation between Gloria and one of her men, a burly individual with a scar above his left eyebrow. They stood in a dimly lit alleyway, the only sound the distant hum of a city nightlife.

I had to deal with clients here too. Now I was in the main seat, calmly assessing the market. The senior executives here were all vastly more capable than Jackie. Now I realized how much time I'd wasted. … Still, I went to the court on the day of the trial. Jackie was in inmate uniform, and his hair was mostly white. He lost his usual air of confidence and success. His eyes teared up when he saw me, and he tried to break out of the dock and charge right at me, but the officers pinned him down.

His face was getting wrinkled. Brockley was still downcast. He rubbed his face. As much as possible to hold back the tears. "I'm fine, Grandpa. Somehow I can be sad even though I'm not familiar with the Glory Kingdom. Maybe I just got carried away." Then Brockley lifted his face and forced a smile even though his eyes were very red and watery.

He raised his palm to silence their cheers. “Thank you for attending this celebration with me. I stand here before you as a living attestation that no matter what happens, destiny has its own ways of bringing you back to where you should be. Know that the one in front of you is the same as the one whom you assumed dead for more than a decade.” Chaos lifted his left arm, making his sleeves fall past his elbows and exposing his muscles. Carysse only noticed it now. There was a patch of dark skin like it was burnt.