Glory Story Novels & Stories

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

"My name is Jaykob and this is my sister Dagmar. She is my second in command. If I am not around, she'll be more than happy to accommodate you. It was thanks to her that we were able to get all of you back here safely. I didn't know the vans were armed with explosives. Had she not stopped us, we would have set them off," "With that said, I apologize for the manner in which we met. Know that we would never deal with vampires like this. They are and have always been the enemy. If any of you have any questions, we will be available to answer them in the morning. I want all of you to get some rest and let us take care of you. Welcome to Glory of Autumn. You're safe. Know that as the alpha of thi

Helen inquired. Bringing up her academic achievements made Glory more confident. She felt pleased, thinking that Kane had heard about her outstanding performance. She pretended to be nonchalant and humbly responded, "It's just my luck. After graduating, I haven't made any clear plans yet. Perhaps I'll start as an employee in my father's company, gradually learning to take over the business." For Glory, this was a perfect answer. It showcased her family's wealth while emphasizing her commitment to hard work, not relying solely on her privileged background.

"Kelsey, you're seriously amazing. No wonder you're a special admit student. You even solved the hardest problems as if they were nothing. Once you wrap up the last bit of code, we can finally submit, right?" My advisor gave my shoulder a firm pat, smiling with pride. "I know how much work you've put into this. Without your core design, we wouldn't even have a shot. With your program, I'm sure we'll take first place. A full-ride scholarship is basically guaranteed for you." Their words made my chest ache. Because in my last life, when I was accused of plagiarism, my teammates and teachers had stood up for me, too. But their voices got drowned out fast. Haters doxxed them online, and they suf

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.

"My scars, Your Highness, bear witness to battles fought in distant arenas, to the struggles that shaped the man before you." Callista stepped closer, their eyes locked in an unspoken understanding. "Maximus, I sense a spirit within you that refuses to be confined by societal norms. A fire that defies the roles we are assigned. Tell me your story, and I shall share mine in return." The gladiator, moved by the princess's genuine curiosity, began to recount his journey—from the dusty arenas of Thrace to the grandeur of Athens. He spoke of victories and defeats, of camaraderie forged in the crucible of combat. As his narrative unfolded, Callista listened intently, absorbing the raw emotions emb

“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 was begging so humbly. It took me back to those days ten years ago. His business failed, and he was crying on the roadside. I handed him a card and said, "It's alright. You can start over." His eyes shone. "I'll give you the best the world has to offer, Wisteria! I swear." The best the world had to offer? Now that I thought of it, he only wanted it for himself. Finally, I met his eyes. "Do you know what you did wrong?"

His face was getting wrinkled. Brockley was still downcast. He rubbed his face. As much as possible to hold back the tears. "I'm fine, Grandpa. Somehow I can be sad even though I'm not familiar with the Glory Kingdom. Maybe I just got carried away." Then Brockley lifted his face and forced a smile even though his eyes were very red and watery.

She stepped forward, picked up the forged Yandell University diploma from the floor, and flung it in Matthias' face. "Tell me the truth!" she screamed. "Didn't you say you were a big shot on Broadmont Street? Didn't you say you couldn't even be bothered to accept the offer from Golden Sachs? So, this is how you were a big shot?" The impact left a red welt on Matthias' face. The cowardice in his eyes was sharpened into venomous resentment by the humiliation. He sprang to his feet, shoved Naomi away, and snarled with a twisted expression, "Fine! I lied to you! So what? If you weren't so stupid, would you have even been conned by me? Naomi Prescott, don't act like you're all innocent!"