Glory Character Novels & Stories

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

Patricia collapsed to her knees, hands clamped to her skull, keening through clenched teeth. But Gloria did not falter. Her veil slipped from her head, falling to the ground. Her face was bare, luminous with hunger and devotion. The air burned her lungs, seared her eyes, but she inhaled it like perfume, let it sting her tongue like wine. And then — he was there. Not fully. Not yet. But his outline formed from smoke and flame, a vast shadow taking shape. Wings curled like mountains folded against themselves, his frame cloaked in fire. The sheer weight of him bent the chamber, pressing the air thin.

She could feel a double times strength in her powers likes she was much stronger than anyone else. From the opposite direction, Gloria offered a soft smile as she walked past her. Lora hesitated not to fake back a smile. “ Who's she? " Asked the voice. " Her name is Gloria. " She replied. "Mmm..." She hummed. "Gloria." She repeated. " What a big wishes." "What do you mean, mistress?" Asked Lora, confused. "Her wishes are so great. She is full of pride, greed and enviness. " Evelyn chuckled. " As soon as I'm done with my mission, I'll have her under my feet."

Looking breathtaking in her new designer dress, Gloria captured the essence of the celebration and exuded a sense of joy and accomplishment. Isabella, Linda, Ana, Maria, and Julia admired Gloria's courage and integrity. They admired her accomplishments and applauded her for staying true to herself and refusing the upgraded suite. They reminisced about the journey they had all been through, their challenges, and the remarkable transformations they had witnessed within themselves and each other.

Gloria said, “Let’s go to the graveyard first. I still haven’t figured out how I’m going to act when I see her.” “All right.” Gloria originated from Southwest and her parents passed away from illnesses after she joined Wyvern Peak. She had not attended their funeral and it was her sister, Gracia, who took care of everything. Afterward, Gloria managed to find time to go home but Gracia refused to see her. It was also during that time that she and Gracia missed the final opportunity to meet each other, as she next encountered that mishap on the island. Gloria remembered that incident from the past and knew that Gracia harbored hatred in her heart over Gloria’s departure. Gracia felt that, as a

"No! I cannot let you marry that thug! I will not! You're my precious daughter!" Christina held our mother's hand and swayed it. She cooed, "John Doe is not a thug, Mom! He's an honest farmer. Strong and brave too! You can't insult him!" Oh God, her cloying voice almost made me throw up. Unbelievable. She must know no shame if she could twist a crass thug like John into an honest farmer. She thought his violence was strength and courage?

If he was telling her the truth, she would determine that he has some sort of long-term amnesia. Goldie seemed like the perfect key. It’s almost as if God was serving him up in a silver platter as Katcha watched him knock Leonardo out. With the way how her arm broke when a golden glow started encasing it, she knew she had to have him. He’s not a killer, and she could see that thanks to her first day of meeting him, where he dragged her out of Leonardo's grasp. “You seem like such a sweetheart. Why are you here with these two assholes here?” Katcha asks again, referring to Leonardo and Darryl.

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."

She crossed her arms across her chest and leveled her with a judgmental glare. "So this is how you show your gratitude to someone who helps you?" Gloria commented in disdain. "Who are you fooling, Gloria? We both know you were only helping yourself. You thought getting rid of me would finally land you Nate. But even without me around, he still didn’t want you," Sera reminded her. Gloria's nostrils flared as she took a threatening step towards her. "He thinks you're some sweet, innocent angel, but all I can see is an ugly bitch."

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.