Glory's Stories Novels & Stories

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

Gloria lay on the ground in pain, her tears streaming down the corners of her eyes. She had never been bullied like this and had never been so embarrassed. She fell in love with Patrick, her mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess. But why did she have to bear Patrick's wrath and hatred after Gabrielle was killed? After the incident, Gloria said to everyone around her, "I didn't hurt Gabrielle." No matter how hard she tried, no one believed her. She told people that she didn't ask Gabrielle to go to the other side of the Shadow Forest. It was Gabrielle who was curious about the place where rogues lingered and asked her for an adventure.

Glorious & Glory wore Unisex outfits. Glory heavily sighs while Glorious yawns. Mark just laughs. The Four Toddlers play with the toys as they think about how good life is in the camps. Harmony thinks "I wanna go outside!" So, she got up & tried to follow her dreams, the door was locked, however. Glorious looks at Glory give him a soft Plushie, Glorious took it asking "What the fluff do you want?"😡 To Glory's shock. Glorious looks around & sees Loria talking to Bonnie saying "I think daddy is going to be some lawyer,"😇 Then Loria looks at the toddlers saying "What do you guys think?!"🧐 To all the children including Bonnie who is a child.

Gloria lowered her eyes, her fingers tightening around the coffee cup in front of her. She nodded slowly. “Yes. I raised her. She is mine by choice, Alessa, if not by blood.” Alessa’s eyes narrowed. “Then tell me everything. No lies. And no half-truths.” Gloria took a long breath, braving herself as if peeling open wounds that had long scarred over. Her voice, when it came, was low but steady, weaving memory and confession together. “When I arrived in America, I was nothing. Broken, penniless and desperate to erase the pain Italy had burned into me. I thought I had escaped that world but fate has its ways of circling back.” She paused, eyes clouding with memory.

Her body writhed as Roman’s claws sank into her chest. “Traitor!” Gloria howled. Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger. Roman’s face was hard. “You’ve served your purpose,” he spat. “This was never your legacy. It’s mine.” But Gloria wasn’t finished. With blood spilling from her mouth, she lifted one trembling hand with her fingers curling as she began muttering words in a language I didn’t understand. Her dark magic surged one last time, wrapping around her and flowing into the distance—toward Gilly.

She needed to wash off the blood before she had down anything else. Glory walked into the hot water and sighed in relief. Thinking back on the days even now it seems like one big dream but it has been going good overall. Even though they had been here a week she thought they had accomplished enough. But Glory knew that the rate that she was going soon her body wouldn't be able to keep up with her anymore.

He can't even lie, because he can barely even recall any words. In the six months leading up to Leonardo's supposed day of execution, Goldie spent his time being schooled and trained. They didn't teach him much, but they only taught him the necessary words he needed to understand so he can kill someone. He only learned other words from the people who were talking to him, or as a result him eavesdropping on a conversation that didn't involve him. "I want to..." Goldie slowly utters, "...remember." Katcha raises an eyebrow at him in anticipation, "But...?"

Gloryn said and patted me on the cheek a couple of times. The touch triggered a deep memory in my mind and I gasped. I looked back at the times Gloryn had cared for me with love and care. It was easy for me to recall a scene where Gloryn was telling me a story about mermaids and telling me about the women on whom the various human mythologies had been based. She taught me typical phrases and drawings, then gave me a sweet kiss and told me she loved me with all her heart. A tear rolled down my cheek.

Louis knew his junior very well. The older man finally sighed and smiled. “Did you eat so late that you got sick to your stomach? Shall I order some food here?” Alain finally looked back at Louis. He felt grateful that his senior did not pressure him to tell the story. Honestly, he wasn’t ready to talk right now. In a situation like this, he was grateful because Louis was the first to meet him. His senior was very understanding of his condition even though he didn’t tell him anything. Perhaps it would be a different story if he met Brielle. The girl surely would force him to spill everything. She wasn’t a bad girl, but she couldn’t read the situation sometimes.