Glory Story Novels & Stories

he let go of Tess's hand and stood up as people applauded,"it's time." "Ladies and gentlefolks, honoured guests from far and wide, people of all ages, I am Jason Gerard. We are very much grateful to see this place filled with people who came to celebrate and honor us. You are all here today to witness a change in the history of underwear, briefs and boxers.

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.

Oh yeah, I’m in pain… JESUS GOOD LORD MY SHOULDER HURTS! I tried to look back, only to see that they are not following me anymore. I still continued to run. However, I can’t run anymore as the ground beneath me disappeared. I looked down to see that that was the fucking end and I’m falling down the cliff. My body hit the side of the cliff several times before finally reaching the waters. I’m slowly losing my consciousness from all the pain that I just gained. My vision got all blurry and the last thing I saw was the group of men from the top of the cliff aiming an arrow at me. I guess I’ll die then…

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.

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.

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.

I can't leave the prince alone out there," said Glory, then turned back into a bird in a very fast time. "Glory, wait." Dante tries to prevent Glory but it's too late. Glory has turned into a bird. "Glory, in any form you can never get out of here," said Dante. Glory is seen flying out of the hut. A few moments later, suddenly he was back and standing next to Dante. "I told you but you are very stubborn," said Dante. "I'm just trying," replied Glory.

Battle is nothing like the glories boys fantasize as they grow. There is no glory to it, just blood, and gore, and screams, and pain. The king rewards men who return from it, and shrouds them in false glory. This glory sends boys of all ages into a wanderlust for it. This glory is as real as it is tangible.

With each passing day, Gloria surpassed expectations, absorbing knowledge like a sponge and honing her skills with remarkable dedication. This pivotal moment marked the celebration of a miraculous business deal with Bong, a formidable player in the industry. Throughout the negotiations, Gloria stood firm, displaying remarkable poise and unwavering confidence. Her sharp intellect and quick wit had impressed Bong's team, leaving them in awe of her capabilities.

>> "Your highness, please follow me to the lounge, her majesty must go prepare for her speech." (An: Hesitating between using, Stadium or Colosseum. Hum..) The beautiful voices of the artists resonated through the stadium as the spectators put a hand on their hearts and listened to the song. This song was a hymn of glory and a hymn of death. This song told the story of how a young man just short of his awakening stood up against the oppression and fought for the Independence of their kingdom. It told the story of how he founded the kingdom with his own blood and tear after many sacrifices and finally stood at the pinnacle of the world.