Where Men Win Glory Novels & Stories

“To be honest I want to dream and wish for a man of my own, but right now we should all be worried about how we are going not to get our heads cut off” Glory laments. She still could not swallow the hard pill of how she had treated the wife of one of the most feared and dreaded mafia lords.

I think I'd have to care enough for that. It's hard to care for others in a world like this. The world where murder is acceptable. Don't get me wrong, I'm not some weird void of space who can give fewer fucks about the world. I care about Jay, Micca, Miles, and Leelie. I care about my Weinheimer Ghost. It's everyone else I'm not supposed to care for. My brother made it very clear. These people aren't my friends. They'd kill me given the chance. So here goes rule number one in Jaykob Tyker's Rules of Glory, don't get attached. "She doesn't look like much," another girl says.

, he raged. "A coward, you can't handle someone being ahead of you, you're sad he got what you wanted, you're a pathetic looser, why didn't you strive to be a better person, but no you let out your frustration by revenge, you're a fool", he raged and brought a gun to my head. The boys immediately brought out their gun to defend me. "Step the fuck away from her", Damon said. He laughed, "Four of you against all the men in my house, you're meat to my dogs ", he said .

I squared my shoulders and held my head high, puffed my chest out, and addressed the desperate men who stood in front of me, ready to give them a reason to fight. “Gladiators!” I bellowed “We are four days into the games and twenty-four more to go! We have already lost 2 comrades, let’s not lose anymore! Today you become warriors, Gladiators no one has ever seen the likes of, Gladiator warriors that will go down in history!” All eyes were on me as I began my speech.

The same one that helped them rig the challenges. John stood beside his friends. Stalwart in the face of death, he raised Dawn and yelled, “Stand together, men! This is our moment of glory!” Their united roar echoed louder than the collapsing stones around them. The first wave was won, but the final battle against Pentalium has only begun.

"You have no idea what you're talking about. I've already won, Nancy. And there's nothing you can do." "Did you win?" I laughed, and a bitter sound that came out beyond my control. "You think you won just because Glory is on the run? Because she got everything she wanted—her dead father, accusing her brother? You don't understand anything, Bruce. In the end, it's you who's alone. Always has been." "Loneliness is a small price to pay for victory," he replied, his lips curving in a smile that only served to increase my contempt for him.

I responded, my voice steady and unwavering, "As long as it takes! Our strength lies in our unity. Every man here is a shield protecting our future, our children, our families, and our legacy. We will not fall tonight!" The air was thick with the clash of metal and the roar of battle. I could see the determination on the faces of my men as they fought with everything they had. I felt a surge of pride for their valor, but also an undercurrent of fear. The enemy was relentless, and I knew Stella’s ultimate goal was still hidden in the shadows.

Then they all faced Zee and to her surprise, a small smile appeared on Glory’s face. Confusion furrowed Zee’s brow, slightly, as she stared at him. Even the guys by his side, had smug looks on their faces. Then she noticed a smirk on Michael’s face. “What is going on?” she asked him. He simply gave the men his attention. “Well done, guys.” He praised. “Hi fives, please. Tonight’s drinks are on me.” He exchanged hi fives with the three of them, ignoring a bewildered looking Zee. “Glory, you deserve an Oscar.” He said, commending him with a pat on his shoulder and making him smile.