Red Glory Novels & Stories

"Do you want another detention? Because that's how you get another detention." I raised my hands up in defense. "Okay, okay. I'm sorry." Ms Miller gave me another glare before she continued teaching. Chloe turned to smile at me. That caused me to smile back. Only one word repeated through my head the rest of the entire literature period. Gorgeous. ###

She looks almost dreamily at nothing in particular and now I am definitely worried. “GURRRRLLLL! You got it this bad after one day. Don’t get me wrong he is Drop Dead Gorg…. Oh sht! It’s him isn’t it. The one from the park. The one you stare at when he’s walking his dog! Fuck me, I might start running in the mornings if thats the kind of eye candy you get to oggle!” Ally is laughing again and even I can’t stifle my giggle. That’s Ally, a positive force in a negative situation. “Ally!” Liv is now almost purple with embarrassment. “I told you that was a secret!”

She clung to my pillow all day—sometimes she would laugh, and sometimes she would cry. Father's hair turned gray overnight. He drank heavily every day and became an utterly useless person. Clyde had also lost his mind. He often ran alone to my grave and kneeled there for an entire day. Yves was stripped of his position as the gang's consigliere. Every day, he stood before my tombstone, caressing the face in the photo over and over again. Endless remorse would accompany him for the rest of his life. … Many years later, the once-prestigious Shaw family had long been forgotten by others.

I smiled and said gently, "Is that so? Congratulations, Catherine. But… I'll have to decline. Send him my best." The call ended. I drifted to the balcony, where Celandre's skyline stretched before me, a forest of steel and glass. Drawing a deep breath, I looked into the boundless sky and let a serene smile curve my lips. Goodbye, Liam. Goodbye… to my past.

In a heartbeat, all the color drained from her face. I looked up and sized her up. In just a month, the woman who used to be so high and mighty—polished down to her last strand of hair—now looked haggard with bloodshot eyes. Her haute couture suit hung loosely on her frame, making her look like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes. Her pride and commanding presence had vanished without a trace. All that remained was desperation. Her lips trembled, and it took her a while to find her voice. "Kieran…"

James asked as he looked at the wrapped package. “Open it and find out.” He smiled as James started ripping the paper off and unfolded the leather vest. “What does it say?” “That’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, same as my jacket. But below it, it says, ‘Blood of Wrath’. That means every biker that sees it will know you’re my son,” he said. James looked up at him, his eyes glistening. “Really?” “Whenever we go to events like today, you can wear it and people will know exactly who you are.” He could feel that tug of emotions in his chest and when he looked up, Jenna was smiling brightly, he could feel that in his soul too.

"Are you serious?" She nodded and the saleslady, who earlier was elated was now annoyed at Ligaya. She just lost a big earn because of Ligaya's strangeness. And so Ligaya and V proceeded to the men's section where clothes of her taste were located. There, she immediately spotted a black V-neck and a navy blue rounded-neck

Synth and Drago did the same thing, and then rogues and rebels emerged from the shadows, including the prisoners who had escaped from the Hidden Valley. As the thunder strikes, the Alphas growled once more, expressing their power and rage. The clear skies with stars are no longer visible because they have been replaced by dark clouds and lightning. The warriors attacked their opponents right on cue after another lightning strike. Then, as soon as their fangs had reached their flesh, rain began to fall from the sky, intensifying their rage and desire to kill.

It was only the only photo that Gracia had of her. After their parents passed away, Gloria left Wyvern Peak for her parents’ wake. It was raining that day and Gloria wanted to meet Gracia. Gracia refused to see Gloria because she could never forgive Gloria for abandoning them. Gloria stood under the heavy rain for a whole night and hurriedly returned to Wyvern Peak after receiving an urgent call. Gracia never expected to see the news of Wyvern Peak announcing a name list of soldiers who had fallen at Isle 416 not long after, and one of them was “Fury.”

"That woman on the packet cover doesn't hold a candle to your natural beauty, your vibrant presence." A warm flush spread across Gloria's cheeks, a delightful blush that made her even more alluring. She felt a surge of confidence wash over her, a wave of pure happiness that settled deep within her. "Take a close look at her," she insisted, her voice now imbued with a mischievous undertone, "you might recognise her."