Glory Over Everything Novels & Stories

I turned my head away and refused to look at her. I let go of ten years of love in a single day. Marriages built on benefit never lasted. Jaime stared at me with confusion. “What are you angry about? You agreed to the race yourself, and you were the one who fell off the cliff. I even gave you the drugs, and you’re still making a fuss.” A faint, sarcastic smile tugged at my lips. “Isn’t it possible that Derek drove me off the cliff? Oh right, you trust Derek more than me.”

"Just pick it up on your knees. Is that too much for you?" "I can do it," I murmured, clenching my fists and pushing the humiliation aside. I was nearly dead. Pride meant nothing. I sank to my knees. "Michele, your hand!" someone shouted. My heart missed a beat. He had crushed the glass with his bare hand, and blood poured from his palm. The disappointment in his eyes stabbed straight into my chest. "Get out!" he growled. I bent down, picked up the card, and turned to leave.

With life we'd earned. I was—I was happy. Really, genuinely, completely happy. After everything. Despite everything. Because of everything. Happy. And that—that was miracle. Real miracle. Impossible miracle. But we'd made it real. Made it true. Made it—it ours. Forever. Always. Completely. We'd won. We'd survived. We'd lived. And now—now we just enjoyed it. Every moment. Every breath. Every second of peace we'd earned. Together. Always together. Forever together. That was—was everything. And it was enough. It would always be enough.

“Plans are for cowards! Glory is earned in battle, not in the post！“ ”This is not about merits or glory! It’s about–” I was about to scold her further. Still, she struggled free from my hold and rushed forward, pushing past various generals who all stared at her with utter shock and annoyance as they saw her recklessly attacking and jeopardizing the steelproof plan Pricne Deacon and everyone had discussed.

Glory said, pulling her in for a hug. Three of them have something else going on inside their heads because of her choice of word "bastard" . " But Clara, can you bear to leave him without any regrets ? " Glory suddenly asked. She had noticed that her friend was somehow happy recently when she talked about her husband. Wouldn't leaving him now hurt her ? " Yes of course,why not, " Clara retorted as she, , lightly pushed Glory, but Glory, who was not ready for her sudden emotional push, fell on the pile of flowers. She let out a painful cry when their thorns pricked her delicate skin.

“Do you even know what that word means? Do you know what it’s like to grow up without anyone to shield you, without a hand to hold, without a voice to tell you you’re enough, without a mother? Love doesn’t survive abandonment, mother. It rots.” Gloria’s tears fell harder now, her composure shattered. “And yet, here you are. Stronger than anyone. Fiercer than I could ever dream. I see what you’ve become and though it kills me to know the price you paid, I am proud of you. More than proud–I am humbled.”

After a few minutes. “Nyx!” I turned to find Glory, striding toward me like she owned the world, hips swaying, eyes gleaming. “You look stunning,” she said, tugging at my dress. “Ready to finally lose that precious V-card?” I laughed breathlessly. “If he’s hot? Hell yes.” Glory leaned in, her tone dark. “Just remember what I told you. Sometimes the Moon Goddess gets it wrong. Not all mates are blessings.” My smile faltered. “Why would you say — wait... how did you get here? Aren’t you supposed to come from the other direction? Why are you on this side?”

“Take care.” “I’ll take care for you,” Lincoln replied and winked. Shun rolled his eyes but still smiled. He waved him goodbye. RUQA DIZON stood beside the bed of a beautiful young woman. Her expression held relief and gratefulness. Shaine’s operation is successful, much to her relief. She felt grateful to Shun but slightly curious where he got that much money. However, it wasn’t her business anymore. She knew Shun loved Shaine more than everything; he would do everything for her. It’s not surprising that Shun made a miracle and paid for her operation.

I heard my joints pop out of place as the guests erupted into gasps and applause. "No wonder he's a legend! Every move is perfect! He doesn't miss even when it's a real person!" one exclaimed. When the demonstration finally ended, I lay in a pool of my own blood, and my vision blurred. Above me, Dad straightened his clothes, nudged my face with the tip of his shoe, then said coldly, "Remember this. Don't ever think you can compete with Daniel for our affection. You're not worthy!" At the same time, the system's notification echoed in my head.

"This is all my fault, Ms. Miller. Is Mr. Chase upset that you gave me roses? To be honest, I'm fine with either roses or lilies. Shall I give him these roses instead?" As he spoke, he shoved the roses toward me. Hailey snatched them back and stuffed them into his arms. "I hand-picked these roses as a reward for your excellent work today." Jaxon blushed shyly. "You're so kind, Ms. Miller. I'll work even harder, but I hate to make things tough for you. I like the lilies too, even if they came as a freebie for the buy-one-get-one-free promo." Then, he shot me a provocative look. "I wouldn't mind swapping with Mr. Chase."