Red Glory Novels & Stories

Even if my eyes were open, I could still see her vividly. I arranged my pallet until everything was set, the only thing left to do is to get the brush and strike it in different ways to present her perfectly. White, Yellow Ochre, and Cadmium Red were inviting me, just by looking at them I knew I'd get her complexion seamlessly. Her skin is fair and glossy, like white sand radiating under the heat of the afternoon sun, or almonds blanched and then peeled. I'll add Cerulean for her blush.

“Let go of me! I'm pregnant!” “Pregnant... always this damn pregnancy!” Glory shouted angrily, stamping her foot on the ground like a frustrated child. “You think I didn’t know? That I didn't see how much you rub it in everyone's faces? Who are you to get pregnant with Harald, while I never did?” I was in shock. I had never imagined that Glory's obsession would reach this point. “You... you're crazy, Glory! What do you hope to achieve with this?”

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

"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.

*The Steele's Mansion* *Havilah city* Gloriella's eyes darted to the crystal wrist watch and her eyes widened in surprise, it was a coincidence, it had to be a coincidence. " How dare you call me a gorilla!, my name is Gloriella, a combination of Glory and Ella, you.. The words died on her lips when Draco's impaling gaze met hers " How dare you scream at her, if she calls you a gorilla, it simply means you're one " He bit out coldly

After a few minutes. “Nyx!” I turned to find Glory, striding toward me like she owned the world, hips swaying, eyes gleaming. “You look stunning,” she said, tugging at my dress. “Ready to finally lose that precious V-card?” I laughed breathlessly. “If he’s hot? Hell yes.” Glory leaned in, her tone dark. “Just remember what I told you. Sometimes the Moon Goddess gets it wrong. Not all mates are blessings.” My smile faltered. “Why would you say — wait... how did you get here? Aren’t you supposed to come from the other direction? Why are you on this side?”

Grace was wearing a yellow with a printed roses shirt, a red skirt that length above her thigh, and long neat socks both. "Would you like some water before we start?" Grace said as she gave herself a few steps back away from me softly. "I would love to Ms" I replied. "Please take a seat, I don't want a guess that kept standing on the boards waiting for me" She closed her eyes as the folded skin shows above her nostrils and she giggled eventually. The place seems fit back in the old days when hunters don't know how to trim trees and burn fields. Ivies dangling on the walls and a scent of nature mingle in each room. Flowers dance through the modest winds that pour in by the open window.

My mom used to say, "Fringes stand for standing strong and independent, Becca. Never lose yourself." My vision blurred all of a sudden. I had not shed a tear when they smeared my name, laughed at me, when my love doubted me, or when my daughter turned against me. However, at the thought of my mom's words, the tears would not stop. The world was too big, and then it was just me. The breeze rustled through the fringes, carrying a scent that reminded me of my mom's gentle touch. I wiped the last tear and steeled myself.

You must know how to do it. The surroundings became dead silent, even the insects' chirping disappeared. The visitors looked at each other, their eyes full of doubt. One of Jeffrey's friends walked out. "It's true, Audrey. Joanna's hands are precious. You are always a tough girl who can do tough work." "Not only are you capable of working, you're quite capable of other things as well." These rich young guys all let out scoffs. The knuckles of my clenched fists turned pale. Jeffrey's expression became even more somber, and he was about to scold them for their rude words when Joanna fell to the ground.

I had turned the Great Alpha into a common criminal. I wasn't just destroying Roman. I was erasing the woman who had loved him. And jeez, it hurt more than the stone in my lungs. But as I looked at my reflection in the dark screen of the tablet, I saw pale, skeletal, and fading Elara. Then I realized the "Gold" I was winning was starting to feel more like the "Grey" I was leaving behind.