Glory Over Everything Novels & Stories

In truth, without Frederick beside her, she was nothing. She had nothing, and was no one. She didn't even have the right to ride with Frederick into battle! Freya swore to herself she would seize this chance. She would win glory and honor, not for herself alone, but for him too. She would show the world that she was no sheltered lady of the drawing room. She was the Desert Rose, and soon would be the Capital's Rose as well!

Just as I finished, my mother shoved my head on the glass wall again as she kept hollering, "Dream on! I designated Harold as my heir last year already! Whoever he marries will inherit the company with him!" Though everyone was stunned by her words and regarded Harold with even more admiration, that was when an elderly but strong voice boomed in the gala hall behind us, "Quincy Waltz! I dare you to say that again!"

Milo's POV '¿Viva La Gloria?' Played as I awoke within the void once more, this place never got any more admirable, but the cold was all I knew at this point and as such, I learned to call it home. I started singing the lyrics to the tune and let the words wash over me, reminding me of how I had gotten here, Glory was out there waiting for me and this cold would never stop me no matter how debilitating.

Whitney climbed on top of Hollis so they could roll around in the bright white snow, shoving it in each other's faces and squealing with glee. To some, Whitney's life in California may have seemed glamorous and perfect. Anyone on the outside would've said so. Not even a year ago, Hollis thought pill popping and fucking different women at parties was the best way to live- but as they held onto each other for dear life, nuzzling their noses together and laughing, the lovers understood one thing; Not all that glitters sometimes turns out to be the rarest kind of gold out there. And they had their own precious piece of it.

‘Always joy, nothing but joy Made it in life, nothing but joy Promotion at work, nothing but joy Success at school, nothing but joy… ‘ The trio danced happily till they could dance no more. It surely was nothing but joy for the Badmus family.

Not ever. This was home. This was love. This was everything. And it was more than enough. It was perfect. In all its imperfect, chaotic, beautiful glory. Perfect.

I, on the other hand, would walk toward the light and live life like I wanted. I rolled down the window, and winds came flowing in with the scent of flora. They also took away the last strand of Jackie's stench. That was the best ending ever.

Unfortunately, the ghouls weren't wearing any kind of armor so he couldn't pick out any decent items from their bodies. We can work for the glory of the human race, or we can allow ourselves to decay and deteriorate, but a house in ruins means collapse; . a village celebration on a warm summer day meant glory; Stealing someone else's wallet means breaking up. The act should not be exaggerated. Parachuting for charity means glory, but pornography means collapse. Romantic films can be for glory; Do you understand what I mean? Anything that makes us better than we are, anything that makes us strive for perfection, improves our conditions, anything that raises a spirit of challenge in us; Well e

A/P "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. Pain is temporary, Quitting lasts forever." ~A/N

“Let go of me! I'm pregnant!” “Pregnant... always this damn pregnancy!” Glory shouted angrily, stamping her foot on the ground like a frustrated child. “You think I didn’t know? That I didn't see how much you rub it in everyone's faces? Who are you to get pregnant with Harald, while I never did?” I was in shock. I had never imagined that Glory's obsession would reach this point. “You... you're crazy, Glory! What do you hope to achieve with this?”