Long Island Gloryhole Novels & Stories

“Are you sure we are safe?” I nodded. “My friend Glenn, who came along, is dealing with Ivanov permanently. By the time he gets done sorting out the business with those he’s wronged, he’ll be lucky to escape with any of his hide. His empire will crumble, and I doubt he’ll be able to even fund ‘The Island,’ which will hopefully lead to Sid Moreau’s downfall too. We’re the least of Ivanov’s worries.” She let out a deep breath and sagged against me again. “In that case, thank you.” The words were grudging at best.

Her fingers curled slowly around the butt of her gun in her shoulder holster as she lowered her head to look ahead of her once more. Those dark eyes sought out the woman that was supposed to be there and wondering if the reason for her absence was, that it was too late and whatever she had been running from had already gotten her. Approaching the end of the alley she came to a stop and looked out over the river. The gleaming lights of the casino shone back at her a beacon in the darkness. Gloria felt a shiver a disgust crawl across her spine. If she had her way that whole island would be sunk. It was a permanent reminder of how far they had to go before this city was free of the supernatural

I didn't even want to wait for my dad. I leaned on the wall as I slowly got back up, then I went to the manager's office right beside the lobby. The manager noticed my disheveled look, and he frowned. "Who the hell are you, woman? This isn't a place for asylum inmates," he said impatiently. I didn't want to argue, so I tossed a black-gold card over to him. There were only two of its kind in Imperia. He would recognize it. The moment he saw my name on the card, his legs buckled, and he nearly fell from his seat. "M-Ms. Oliviero? But…"

"It is poetic, really." The plane began its descent. Leo looked out the window. Below him, the dark ocean stretched out infinitely, until lights appeared on the horizon. A small island. "That is it," Eleanor said, pointing. "The Black Lily. No laws. No rules. Just transactions." As the wheels touched down on the island runway, a thought struck Leo. The Hole. Silas had mentioned it once, in a fleeting moment of vulnerability. It wasn't just a prison. It was a legend. A place where men went to be remade.

*** Long Island, New York Alessandra "Could the two of you explain to me why the fuck some random asshole is hitting up my phone and begging for a 'copper haired bombshell's' number?! I know you didn't give some random man my phone number, Tori!" Zeno was pissed as he approached us, his words confusing us momentarily before Tori and I shared a knowing look, recalling last night's antics and the love-struck bartender. Chuckles escaped us despite our older brother's glare and threatening step towards the two of us.

Glory asked her. "No, what's going on?" Mitchell asked her. "Well, I heard that some rich folks came into the island. They are looking for a particular lady, I was told that she drowned and they thought to come to look for her here on the island" Glory explained to her. "That's so sad. Was there any report of anyone that was saved?" Mitchell asked. "Nope, not that I heard of" was Glory's response. "Wow, I really hope they get to find her then," Mitchell said and continued with what she was doing.

The Sterling Estate sat on a cliffside in Long Island like a crown made of stolen diamonds. It was a monument to old money and older sins, draped in thousands of white fairy lights that shimmered against the dark Atlantic. To the hundreds of guests arriving in Maybachs and Rolls-Royces, it was the social event of the decade. To me, it was a shark tank.

However, the intern reporter immediately sensed something was wrong, so she secretly recorded everything. That very night, an article appeared on a local Brookhaven forum with the headline: "The Inspirational Girl Who Claimed Her Cousin Hid Her Admission Ticket Actually Stole Her Cousin's Score". The piece maintained a remarkably level-headed tone, focusing on presenting a clear sequence of facts. Firstly, Naomi Gibson's actual exam score wwasn't the one she'd implied online. Secondly, the real guest of honor at the party should have been Stella Morrow who never showed up at the event.

So happy I wanted to cry. I wanted to share the joy with someone right away. But when I thought about it, there was no one. Since becoming Enzo’s mistress, I’d been too ashamed to keep in touch with any old friends. No lover. No family. No friends. That was my reality. That night, Leo drove me back to the Long Island mansion to pack. I wasn’t taking any of the luxury things Enzo had given me—just my own cheap clothes and books. When I got out of the car, Leo handed me a new scarf. “Put this on, senior. The wind’s strong. Call it a gift from me.”

"Ms. Gloria Lynch, Mr. Arnold Sullivan, you're under arrest on suspicion of large-scale fraud, money laundering, and aggravated assault. You'll need to come with us." In the next instant, handcuffs clicked around the wrists of the once-untouchable couple. Mom didn't resist. Instead, she fixed her gaze on Daniel. Her eyes burned with a hatred so fierce that it seemed she wanted to tear him apart with her bare hands. "Look into him! Investigate that monster! He's the one behind all of this!"