Our Glamorous Times Novels & Stories

Even if there were only forty minutes left, she would fight until the last second. Gloria limped into the elevator. She had more important things to do. Those living in shitholes also felt pain, yet they didn't deserve to feel sorry for themselves. Harry hurt Gloria as if she hadn't been hurt enough. The moment the elevator doors opened, she looked up into the elevator mirror and smiled. She cheered herself up, "100 thousand dollars to go, Gloria." At the same time, in the lounge of Fittro Club's Public Relations Department, the call girls were gathering together, chatting.

Derek gave me a mocking smile and took Jaime’s hand. “Jaime, don’t be mad. It’s okay. Your reputation is what matters most…” “I don’t care about that.” Jaime cut him off, and her words made my heart tighten. I knew her better than anyone. She was vain and strong‑willed, yet all her boundaries disappeared when it came to Derek. At the press conference, the journalists pointed their microphones and cameras at me. I followed the script and calmly admitted to mistakes that were not mine.

Damon said calmly and unfazed and the bartender had a surprised look at his order. Meanwhile, inside the four corners of an elegant, expensive restaurant that had clean, sparkling floor tiles and beautiful round tables of four chairs painted in red and white with three big chandeliers stationed at the rooftop that extended almost to the floor level alongside with classic french windows where Gloria and her friend, Nelly. “Why did you bring me here?" Gloria who was now all dressed up in a short blue gown and long heels, looking back to her pretty normal self said. “I told you to eat and have good sex," Nelly replied as she looked for a perfect spot to sit..

When I arrived at G and R Bar, the place had transformed so dramatically that I nearly paused at the entrance. The luxurious bar I had known for years no longer looked like itself. Golden draperies hung elegantly from the pillars, fresh white roses adorned every corner, crystal lights glittered above like trapped stars, and every table was occupied by Drein City’s wealthiest and most influential guests. Women in shimmering gowns laughed behind champagne glasses while businessmen in tailored suits exchanged greetings as if attending some high-class gala rather than a liquor establishment.

In the end, my grandfather was the one who had led Skymex Group to its current glory in his youth, propelling himself as the richest man of Adonia. That was why everyone in the hall recognized him and knew about his legend. And given everything he did since he arrived, everyone in the hall now understood that I was the real grandson of Miles Langford—and Harold was the gigolo who was being sponsored. That was why they were all looking at him in disgust right then. "What? Harold Langford is really a gigolo! How desperate do those women have to be to get a sugar baby like that?" "Hell, I think Quincy, Ellie, and Jennie are the crazy ones here. Ellie and Jennie actually called their own family

That kind of beauty came from within. "It's no wonder why women from wealthy families were truly extraordinary. This temperament and manner is really not something an average woman could have. If it were some average woman, they would have long been an old lady at the age of fifty. How could they have such graceful temperament?" The man had an extremely outrageous thought in his mind. He wanted money! He wanted all of the vast family fortunes that belonged to Gloria! He also wanted her! Of course, he was not really going to marry her and make her his wife. Such a woman could no longer bear children anymore, so what was the point of marrying her? However, this kind of woman was charming. They

Lipstick stains were marked on frosted rims, while cigarettes were lit with aflame banknotes. As the city slept, nightlife behind windows shattered the daylight away. Glittering glasses of liquor were poured down throats as figures swayed and bathed in the shimmer of the sleepless city. Guests from the VIP room upstairs descended. The elevator doors slid open to reveal a strikingly handsome man with sharp facial features and an innate air of nobility. A slender woman clung to his arm, thoroughly enjoying the elevated lifestyle. "Lorc," Jane sweetly cooed. "Thank you for coming with me to visit my mom in Grendale."

The gentle murmur of the gathered guests faded into a distant hum as he focused on the promise of the approaching future. Then, the doors slowly creaked open, and there she was – Grace, breathtakingly beautiful, illuminated by the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows. Time seemed to stand still as she entered, her arm linked with Adrian. Grace was a vision of elegance. She wore a gown that seemed to cascade like liquid moonlight, its lace and silk trailing behind her like a celestial train. The bodice was adorned with delicate embroidery, shimmering with every step she took. The neckline, modest yet alluring, framed her face like a work of art. The dress seemed t

--- Twenty Minutes Later – Glowmous Plaza The black Lamborghini purred to a smooth halt in front of Glowmous Plaza, the most exclusive shopping mall in the capital—where only the elite dared to spend. The moment Cross Dejeva stepped out, the world seemed to shift. Staff members in sleek uniforms lined up on either side of the grand entrance, forming a human corridor. Their synchronized bows echoed their rehearsed perfection. “Welcome, Mr. Dejeva,” they greeted, voices clipped with reverence. “Welcome, ma’am,” came the softer, slightly nervous voices directed at Marceline.