Glory Over Everything Novels & Stories

Every time the wind blew away, it seemed to take away the messy things in her mind. Gloria thought, 'Everything is over. This time, it is really over.' Gloria didn't know that after she left, Patrick was about to go crazy. He searched the entire Gabbs and still couldn't find her. Moreover, because Gloria didn't have a wolf, the bond between Patrick and her was weak.

The definitive celebration that, after crossing hell, blood, and pain, we had conquered our own paradise. Together. Complete. Eternal. And this time, no one would take us from here.

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

Not the guitar boy who gave the rude middle finger, not the old man who asked me if I was okay, not anyone. “No one came out…” I did not realize that I said my mind out loud. “Glamor,” the angelic man whispered in my ear. The hot breaths that came out of his mouth felt ticklish. “Huh?” “It’s called glamor. Supernatural beings use glamor to avoid humans’ eyes.” I frowned. His explanation did not make any sense whatsoever. “What do you mean by glamor? As in you make humans see a different version of the Earth? Did you put chips on their heads to filter what they see?”

The bubbles burst on the tip of my tongue, leaving a hint of sweetness. I leisurely replied to him with a single sentence. "Easy now. The real fun hasn't even started yet." After setting my phone down, I lay back on the beach chair and closed my eyes. Naomi's face appeared vividly in my mind, twisted with anger and disappointment. She thought Celestial Group belonged to her. She thought the title of CEO could grant her everything. She'd forgotten that the company's name was Celestial because I was the one who would reach up and pluck the stars for her.

Lyod:: You always have your way with words of glory, I hear my best compliments from you, thank you so much. Glory:: You're always welcome sir. We finished eating and glory cleared the table. Lyod:: (my thoughts) It seems glory is in love with me, can this be true? Her compliments are so touching. I think I love this girl too, should I give it a try? Oh God help me.

, destroyed, by what happened, by what he lived, by what he endured, by what he suffered, by what he lost, by what he gave, by what he sacrificed, by what he sold, by what he betrayed, by what he abandoned, by what he left, by what he forgot, everything, everything, everything: — Yeah, that's it, it's classy, it's big, it's rich, you succeeded, you have everything, everything, everything, and we, we have nothing, nothing, nothing, so we're going to settle in, we're going to rest, we're going to live, we're going to love, we're going to be happy, we're going to be ourselves, we're going to be your brothers, we're going to be your family, we're going to be your life, your heart, your soul, eve

Real. And that was enough. More than enough. Everything. Everything worth fighting for. Everything worth living for. Everything worth celebrating. In three days we'd stand before packs. Before witnesses. Before reality itself. And we'd celebrate. We'd choose joy. We'd choose love. We'd choose life. Despite everything. Because of everything. For everything. And that would be enough. Would be everything. Would be victory no one could take. No one could erase. No one could destroy. Our love. Our choice. Our reality. Forever ours. Undeniably ours. Completely ours.

When I glanced down, I saw an endless stream of messages from Alexa. Each one was a cheerful photo of Liam with her and her family. In the restaurant, Liam gently placed food onto her plate. They looked at each other and smiled. He chatted politely with her parents, wearing that practiced, courteous expression. Alexa leaned into his embrace, glowing with a happiness that seemed almost blinding. All the time, she continued texting me. Alexa: [Khloe, do you see this? This is the kind of happiness you can never have.]

"Joel, I regret everything. I miss her so much!" I missed Anna too. But everything was over now. There was no going back.