Glory's Stories Novels & Stories

I was exhausted. The price of loving Jaime was too high. I could not bear it anymore. The call bell rang urgently. Several doctors rushed in. I had already collapsed on the floor, unable to move. The doctor called Jaime. All they heard was her sobbing. “Joseph, you lied to me. You burned the wedding suit a long time ago. You said you’d wait for me. We were supposed to go abroad for treatment. Joseph, don’t do this. I’m so sorry.” I heard her regret and the doctor’s urgent voice, but I was too tired. I did not want to wake up again.

I know challenges would always come but I would always overcome because I have people who genuinely love and care for me, people I love equally as much and most of all, I have God who loves me unconditionally and is always there for me. This was all I needed, no rush, no ticking clock, just enjoying the moment. Well, this is me. I'm Titilola Gregg and this is my story. **** AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS IS WHERE WE SAY GOODBYE TO THIS STORY, THANK YOU FOR READING.

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.

"Okay, I had to take my breath there. So, the peoples' cries alerted Generosasis, with nothing left in her heart but hatred and the cloud above her eyes sprouted by betrayal— she couldn't decipher anything but follow her instincts. She roared in anger, and a ball of fire rolled out of her enormous mouth, hitting the houses across the library. That night, some generations perished, and hundreds of people died, Dordin being one of them. Generosasis murdered the man she claimed to love, she murdered her sister and a dozen families. Now, Deborah, that is the tale of Dordin, what do you think about it?" I cleared my throat, "I think it's the most fascinating story, I also think Dordin's story sho

“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?”

He said, "Even if we never have kids, you're still the only one I love!" I bought into that story, so I became the woman who had his back. I worked long weeks just to snag deals for him, and I pushed through all objections to make him chairman of the company. Even though he had no idea how financial reports worked, I was still happy with him, all so his ego would not get scarred. The memories now made my stomach churn. "If you call that a delusion, how are you explaining the photo and transaction history?" Jackie stepped forth again, his eyes really red now. "See? She keeps coming up with really confusing stuff lately."

The walls covered with oh- so many books sang me a lullaby of great stories. Gods. I was so fucking tired. Getting out of the bathroom after a while, I found myself staring into the large mirror. Here, in our realm, I was not using a glamour to cover my real form, it was meant for humans anyway, and didn’t even work on other fairies.

It is the most beautiful thing to do in life with your husband, to pray together. They found peace in praying, they said their adkhars. She laid her head on his lap , finding a peace of heart. He played with her head, the scent blowing his nose. "What do want to eat baby"He asked slowly, unknown to him she was fast asleep. He dropped her on the bed and lay close to her. Sleep took over them. Lukumades, Most European cultures have their version of doughnuts, but Greek loukoumades are arguably one of the tastiest. They're perfectly fluffy fried dough balls topped with Greek honey and cinnamon.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

"Grandma…" She touched the tip of my nose and shook her head with a knowing grin. "You can't hide anything from me. Just tell me: What's really going on lately?" My voice dropped low, thick with a lump in my throat. "Grandma, I don't know why, but all my work somehow gets stolen. And worse, the person who takes it always turns it around and makes me look guilty. No matter what I think about, she ends up thinking the exact same thing. It's as if…"