Glory Novels & Stories

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

She no longer had her pride, but at this moment, she was shining. Patrick's heart beat fast. For the first time in his life, he took a person into his heart! He understood her better now. Gloria was confident, not because her grandpa cherished her, or because she ran the Moonlight Group, or because she was a capable woman. It was because she was born with pride. Harry's handsome and refined face blushed. Gloria's words were not only a blow to his heart, but also embarrassed him in front of everyone!

The only thing I am grateful for is that no children have been killed as far as I have seen so far. I spot three bloody beaten bodies that have been hung up by their hands in the middle of the small clearing in the middle. My heart sinks when I realise it is Bellona, she still has on Clays top as she hangs. Her heart is still beaten, barely but nonetheless we rush to them shifting as we get to her realising all three are only just alive we make quick work of cutting them down.

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

Her soul screamed for peace, her spirit cried for salvation. "Miracle!" she cried out. That was who she could call upon. The one that had to answer her call no matter what. She stared up blankly, her eyes firmly fixed. "Mother Miracle, I need you." *** Harry Malton jogged steadily on the wide tarred road. His red back pack danced up and down making a gentle noise that served as a rhythm for him. On his face was a huge smile. His brown hair bounced up and down beating gently against his forehead. The cool breeze blew around alerting him to spread his arms out wide to intensify the super-hero imagination he was playing in his head.

Are those tears in her eyes? “You are so grown-up. Look at you. You are so beautiful.” She says hugging me again. Glory steps in, “It was my birthday gift to Jane,” She sounded prideful. “It is perfect, and it shows off all your curves,” Then she looks down, “Are those heels?” I nodded and smiled at her. “Also, a present from Moi,” Glory said pointing at herself. I laughed at her use of the French word for me. Glory was always doing things like that. I just love my bestie.

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.

“No. I do not need it anymore.” My emotionless reply surprised her, but she soon laughed in a sharp, mocking tone. “Joseph, did you fall off the cliff and break your head? Looks like you learned a few tricks these past few days. Have you decided to give up?” A dull sadness spread through me, and I let out a small, self‑mocking laugh. My mother was dead. She no longer needed Jaime’s drug, and Jaime could no longer threaten me. Jaime noticed my silence and softened her tone. “It is only medication. I will give it to you. Wait for me to come home tonight.”

“Tell me,” he murmured, tracing my lower lip with his thumb. “Did he ever make you tremble like this? Even once?” I swallowed hard, refusing to answer. “That’s what I thought.” His lips brushed my neck, slow and possessive. “Let me in, sweetheart. Let me erase every memory of him. You should’ve been mine from the start.” **** On their fifth wedding anniversary, Ophelia is devastated when she finds her mate marrying her best friend. After years of pretending to love her, he finally admits the cruel truth—he was ashamed of having a plus-sized wife and wanted her best friend with the hourglass figure instead. Heartbroken, Ophelia rejects him and walks away. Then the powerful

"My blood pressure just skyrocketed. What kind of insane family forces their daughter, who scored high, to apologize to a cousin who failed the exams?!" "What kind of manipulative witch is Naomi Gibson? She copied her cousin's work for three years, got exposed during the real exams, framed her cousin for hiding her admission ticket, and then claimed her cousin's exam score as her own? I'm actually speechless." "Stella got it the worst. Her whole family treated her like the villain, forced her to kneel and apologize, stole her celebration, and even told her not to wear makeup because they were afraid she'd outshine her cousin? I'm disgusted."