Glory The Game Novels & Stories

Logan clicked the remote, and suddenly, a transparent, glowing orb appeared in the middle of the city. It looked almost like something from an anime or a sci-fi film, as if a force field had enclosed the entire city. Inside the orb, images began to form—buildings, shops, schools, streets. The city's history slowly unfolded in front of their eyes. First, thirty years ago, then twenty years ago, ten years ago, and finally, present-day Ashenford. The city's rapid development played out before them, evoking memories of the past and leaving everyone in awe.

His mask nearly slipped. Draven’s eyes were locked on him, watching, calculating. James’ expression went blank for a second, too blank. A fraction too long. Then he blinked and lowered his gaze, hiding the storm inside him. “I am Garrick, my lord. Your faithful servant.” Draven stared at him, unconvinced. “Then act like it,” he said coldly. “No more whispers of compassion. No more softness. You pamper them, they rise. They rise, they build hope. Hope leads to rebellion. And rebellion… leads to death. Our death.”

I wasn't fast enough to dodge, and the glass pierced my eye. The pain brought tears rushing to my eyes, but what flowed down my face was blood. Still, he didn't stop. He sank his teeth into my hand. With all his strength, he tore away a piece of skin. "Get out!" I shoved him away as all the anger and humiliation I'd been suppressing finally exploded. He hit the floor hard, landing directly on the shattered glass beneath him. "I'm bullying your mother?" I laughed, but my tears only fell harder. "Owen, you're a bastard. You're the illegitimate child your shameless mother had with another man!"

I'd never forgive them, and we'd never meet again. [Time remaining: Zero.] [Beginning transfer.] Everything went black, and I lost consciousness. … I opened my eyes to the familiar sight of my dorm room ceiling. Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, and the smell of instant mac and cheese lingered in the air. My roommate sat on the lower bunk, munching on an apple while gaming. "Help! Cover me!" he yelled. Everything felt so real and vivid. I picked up my phone and checked the date. Only a second had passed in the real world since the system had chosen me for the mission.

Glory stuttered, moving her feet backward. "She didn't, okay, and for your information, she's still alive," Collins uttered softly, touching her shoulders. "What did you mean ??" Glory stuttered, staring at Collins weirdly. Collins sat her down and explained everything to her. After the whole explanation Glory couldn't control her tears. She kept crying loudly because of how heartbreaking the news was. Collins tried his best to calm her down. She took a face towel and stood up... Dragging her feet to Raiden and Kalani's side, she stopped by staring at them, seconds after her staring competition she burst into another round of tears.

"Just pick it up on your knees. Is that too much for you?" "I can do it," I murmured, clenching my fists and pushing the humiliation aside. I was nearly dead. Pride meant nothing. I sank to my knees. "Michele, your hand!" someone shouted. My heart missed a beat. He had crushed the glass with his bare hand, and blood poured from his palm. The disappointment in his eyes stabbed straight into my chest. "Get out!" he growled. I bent down, picked up the card, and turned to leave.

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.

Silence descended over Sector 4 once more, broken only by the heavy, rhythmic drumming of the rain against the yellow steel. I stood in the center of the three downed men, my chest rising and falling in slow, perfectly measured cycles. The freezing rain washed the wet clay and blood from my face, my dark hair plastered to my skull. My Glock was still raised, the barrel smoking slightly in the freezing air, my eyes scanning the dark perimeter. "Clean sweep," I whispered into the mic, my voice entirely flat, the coldness of the Ghost fully returned. A low, dark growl of absolute, possessive pride vibrated through my earpiece, making my pulse jump in a completely different way.

CHAPTER 76: Your darkness will consume her Nero stalked after Luigi again, his long strides relentless, and grabbed him. This time, he dragged him across the nightclub floor by his hair, pulling him over the shards of glass and debris that now littered the nightclub floor. Luigi grunted in pain, but it didn’t seem to stop his cousin. The lights overhead painted the trail in lurid color, blue, red, violet, like a sick CHAPTER 75: Club chaos

Blood smeared his knuckles, his stance still ready to fight, but his eyes—those sharp, stormy eyes—were locked on me. “Let her go,” Reid said, his voice like ice. Adam only smiled, pressing the blade a little harder. Not enough to cut but enough to remind me he could. “Now, why would I do that?” He nodded to one of his men, who landed a brutal punch to Reid’s gut. Reid buckled, collapsing to his knees, coughing as he clutched his stomach. “Adam, Please,” I begged.