Our Glamorous Times Novels & Stories

He’d earned every inch of indulgence after weeks of late-night study sessions and the stress that had carved faint shadows under his eyes. I’d showered, scrubbed off the day, wrapped a towel low around my hips. Steam still clung to the mirror when the knock came. I’d assumed it was Elias forgetting his key again. It wasn’t. Gloria stood on the doorstep in a cream silk slip dress that clung to every curve she’d once used to keep me tethered. Her hair was down, lipstick freshly applied, eyes glassy with something that looked dangerously close to desperation. “Marcus, please…” She stepped forward without invitation.

“What are you talking about, Adriana? We’re family. We have to work together!” **** At the Reception Site On the top-floor terrace of the Glamours Resort, neon lights flashed and sparkled like a billion diamonds. A multi-story champagne tower overflowed with the rich aroma of wine, resembling a nobleman’s crown under elegant French-style chandeliers. Thousands of square feet of marble lobby hosted elites from all walks of life. Many of the faces present had graced the covers of Financial Magazine or were regulars on popular business talk shows. Amid the chatter, the air was thick with concealed motives. Smiles were polite and words flattering, but behind the scenes were cold daggers and hidd

I said with enthusiasm, opening my makeup case. The Slit-Mouthed Woman wanted to stick with the same style as before, so I only adjusted her hair, turning her messy, long black strands into voluminous, glamorous waves. It suited her mix of innocence and exotic allure perfectly. Next came the Long-Haired Ghoul. Her face was hidden beneath a curtain of hair that writhed and twisted as if it had a will of its own. Any fool who dared to get close risked being strangled. She radiated a terrifying presence.

Soft jazz flowed beneath the hum of expensive laughter and clinking champagne glasses. Massive chandeliers above glittered like constellations, reflecting off glass walls and mirrored floors. Everywhere I turned, there were flashes of sequins, camera lights, and silk. This was not just a gala. It was the moment, and Adrian had made sure I was dressed for it. The Glamour Gala was every designer’s dream and every competitor’s battlefield. People chatted in low tones, most of them in their elements, but I couldn't help feeling a little out of place.

She signaled to her personal maid, who was always on standby, to take Annabel out. "Baby, go out for a bit with her. I have something important to discuss with Grandma," Gloria said as she kissed her daughter's head. "Okay, Mommy! Bye, Grandma!" the little girl said happily as the maid carried her out. As the door closed, the room suddenly became silent. The two women remained, facing each other like opponents in a duel. Gloria couldn't ignore the comparison. Her mother-in-law was elegance personified. She was wearing an expensive red gown hugging her figure, diamond earrings catching the light with every movement. Her skin was smooth, barely touched by age despite turning fifty years old ve

Everything flashed gold, money, and opulence. Women in the finest, costliest dresses glided about on the reflective marble floor and were confident, men strutted about in various designs and regal colors of suits, decking shiny cufflinks, and expensive watches. Even the waiters expertly weaved their way around carrying shiny trays decked with flutes of golden champagne. Are all these people just Mr. Giles’ close friends and colleagues?

As Meek as a lamb, that was how she had envisioned him to be, judging from his name but now she realized he wasn't Meek or anything. He was smug and arrogant * * * *The Graham's Mansion* *Havilah city* Erada had woken up very early in the morning, all the clothes in Gloriella's wardrobe had a faint smell of arsenics and it made her wonder if she always went around with poison. " Eldest miss, you're awake, is there anything you'd like me to do for you" Conval said, even though Gloriella was haughty, her countenance right now was cold and aloof, there was something different about her.

She grabbed his arm and said, “Come on, my handsome Mr. Collins. Let’s head out to find some pretty ladies for you and get yourself a wife.” 20 minutes later, they arrived at the door of Camland’s biggest high-end hotel, the Platinum Hotel. Chase and Myra got out of the car. Sterling, Renee, and the rest had been waiting. They immediately approached Chase and Myra. Renee complained in a huff, “What took you so long? We’ve been waiting for a long time.” There was blatant jealousy in her eyes when she said this. It was because Myra was too beautiful today. Her charm and beauty had completely overshadowed Renee.