You Are My Glory Fanfiction Novels & Stories

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

You have to let some time pass, some wounds to heal, hers. - - I guess you are right. I acted on an impulse and now I lost everything. - - Not everything is lost. Just have patience. She will forgive you, and you know why? - - Why? - - Because she loves you! As I was lying on the cold floor, a knock on the door woke me up from my so black thoughts. - - Maya, darling, it’s me! - - Just a second… Gloria was at my door. I try to get up but I got dizzy and hit hard on a lamp. A shout escapes my mouth that panicked Gloria.

Pain explodes through my back, and I drop to the ground, gasping for air. “Do you see now?” Eleanor’s voice is closer, taunting. “This is the end for you, for all of you. You should have stayed in the shadows where you belong.” I force myself to my feet, every muscle protesting. My blade is still in my hand, and I grip it tightly, refusing to let go. “Funny,” I say, my voice ragged but defiant. “I was just about to say the same to you.” She smirks, her hand glowing with that same unnatural power. “You’re brave. I’ll give you that. But bravery won’t save you either.”

Gloria was moaning out as Mike was making passionate love to her. Mike was putting much effort into satisfying Gloria sexually as he pounds her with great force however Gloria's mind was somewhere else as she was thinking and fantasizing about the extremely handsome man. She wished she had her way that day with him. She wished he didn't change his mind and allow her fucked him. She was sure that would have been the best sex of her life.

His foot stopped as he turned his face around to glare at me before ordering me in his voice filled with restrained anger, the intensity echoing a silent shout. I gulped and forced my legs to stand on the ground, feeling the shooting pain throughout the body, but I don't have the strength to question him or ask him the reason. I am too guilty to even look at him, so I followed him silently, enduring the pain in my legs. I bite my lips not to let out any sound, and I hold myself back from crying. It hurts... so fucking much. I have never gone through something that I never imagined I could. I tried to look around the room, distracting myself from the pain.

but this time they were out of happiness "I can't understand him..is he born to make me cry??" streetlight was looking like a spotlight on her...she was glowing in it...and suddenly a person with a speed of light came her side....he was so fast that her hair came on her face..only his eyes were to be seen..those blue eyes..as deep as ocean..as glowing as light of stars..enough to scare anyone and make anyone fall in them.. Forget urslef in my arms.. Forget urslef in my words.. I want to say all these things to you..

Her lips curved into a smug smile. "Well, I’m here now and I think it’s time I remind you of your place.” “My place?” I scoffed a bitter laugh tearing out of my chest.“You’re forgetting something. I’m no longer the girl silently crushing on him while you flaunted him back then in college. I’m his woman now. His wife.” I lifted my hand deliberately, flashing the expensive diamond ring he'd wedded me with before her. I didn’t miss the dark flicker of jealously that flashed in her eyes as she stared at it sharp and unmasked. For a moment, satisfaction stirred inside me and I thought I'd won but then her expression soon twisted into a scowl.

They sparkle in the light and even if it's dark, I see it sparkling And I'm so glad she's free with me, I sure wouldn't let her go back to being scared of me. No way Me: Blue, I won't let you see me as you did before. I'll make sure you get closer and friendlier with me, I really don't mind what Gladys or any other person thinks. Then my phone vibrated I checked it A text message from Gladys I frowned It read **good night my prince. From your loving princess** I hastily deleted it

Gloria said to the maid, who nodded, then looked at me with a broken smile. "Our Luna dignity is everything for us," she said. I didn't say anything to her and pushed Gloria slightly to go to my room. She gave me a voice, but it was like her voice faded into the air. Only Ryan calling his ex's name was roaming in my head. He was so close to me. I was about to surrender myself to him and he was thinking of his Ex. I was so stupid for trusting another person again. I was walking like a corpse, feeling Anika's pain. She was wailing about how Ryan used us. I entered my room and turned to lock the door.

WINTER'S POV Joy erupted inside me as I glanced at Slade and Damien-who were now lifeless. For a brief moment, I had thought Slade would be the one in Damien's shoes. I had felt Damien would overpower Slade, considering his immense power, but I was glad it had turned out differently. Gloria screeched, "I'll never forgive you for taking my son from me!" "You brought this upon yourself," I said. "You should surrender now that it seems you can't win!"