You Are My Glory Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he always tries to have sex with me’ there were tears already forming in her eyes ‘Glow, hey, what’s wrong? If you don’t like him then why don’t you just leave him?’ I asked as I wrapped my arms around her, trying to ease her pain. It’s so unlike Gloria to cry because of a guy, she’s the one who makes boys cry, not the other way round, ‘it’s not that easy, I don’t like him but if I leave him Kyle will know I like him’ Gloria revealed in between pants, what does Kyle have to do with her dating an asshole? Wait, did she just say ‘you like Kyle? When did this start?’ I was seriously confused, when did she start liking him, I never thought she could have the hots for Kyle, he isn’t even

Ashley says through a soft sigh, and I have to really listen to hear her gentle voice. “You will find yours,” Gloria tells her. There is a pause. “I already found him.” “You did? This is great news,” Gloria whispers. “Not really, Gloria. My story didn’t turn out so well. I’m afraid I won’t get my happy ending.” I swallow as I listen. Is she talking about me? “Why not?” Gloria asks. I frown as I listen. “He didn’t love me like I loved him.” She pauses. “It’s okay. I will get my happy ending with someone. It just won’t be with my one.”

Killing Glory would be just another shadow I would have to carry, another weight that would suffocate any chance of redemption. I turned my gaze to Glory, who was now crying openly, tears streaming down her pale face. She was stammering something, an apology, a plea, but I couldn't hear it anymore. I could only see the void she had left, the devastation that I was unwilling to allow spreading any further. "You don't deserve my mercy," I said, voice icy. "And he doesn't deserve anyone's love." My hand began to slowly lower, and the tension left my body in a painful sigh. Glory fell to her knees, her tears falling to the floor.

All mine, for me, jealously guarded by Delu Vaz. Climbing on top of him, pushing aside every fabric obstacle, I guided him toward me, scraping my body against his skin with harmonious movements. I planted flags on that hateful mind, filled with my purest and most natural existence. I loved him that night, he loved me. His breaths, the pressure of his hands, his courage with each touch, were the perfect reconciliation because we reinforced that strong bond on that bed. We adored each other so much that if anyone on earth dared to break what we had, they would have to give up their war before it even began.

My mind swirled with dizziness, and I tried to get up off the floor, my hands stumbling on Jonah's chest and keeping me down. "I can't believe you really fell for it," Gloria sneered, cracking her neck and pulling her long hair into a ponytail at the back of her head. "You're so weak, falling for that pitiful act. "Oh, poor Gloria, who's been traumatized and abused, who lost Dwight and won't ever find happiness again. Boo hoo', ha! It was almost too easy." She half shifted her claws, dragging them along a surgical table near the wall to sharpen them as she stalked toward me.

She paused to greet a few of her giggling friends with waves and hugs, then walked together with them into the school building, her laughter echoing faintly. Gloria's smile faltered the instant Annabel disappeared inside, replaced by a wave of melancholy. She felt a little funny, almost hypocritical when Annabel had called her brave earlier. 'My dear, I love you so much, more than anything in this world,' she thought, her eyes misting over. 'But please, don't be like Mommy. Mommy is nothing but a failure, a broken woman stumbling through life, making one wrong choice after another.'

Rain or tears blurred his vision as his legs buckled, and he crumpled to the wet ground, the relentless rain mirroring his own turmoil. … Finally, after Anthony had asked me for the 108th time, his proposal broke through my defenses. "Isabella, let's spend the rest of our lives together, okay?" His words were simple, but they wrapped me in a blanket of comfort. Just like that, I said yes to a lifetime by his side. Even then, I could still clearly recall the way Anthony had looked at me on our wedding night, his eyes full of deep, adoring warmth. I knew without a doubt that he loved me deeply.

He had only one goal, which was to climb to the very top and make me regret it. The last flicker of feeling died in Michele's eyes, leaving only sheer indifference. "A gambler's greed has no end. Money given to her would disappear like water poured into the sea." He couldn't be bothered to spare me another glance. With an arm around Barbara, he turned and walked away. My strength finally gave out, and I slid down the cold wall until I was sitting on the floor. Blood had already soaked through the fabric at my side. With trembling hands, I took out my phone and tried to call an ambulance. Before I could dial, another debt collection message popped up.

It felt like it had been a long time since I had seen such passion in their eyes. I cleared my throat and said, "Save your sob stories. I have to thank you for these past few days. You've shown me exactly who you really are. I'm getting married, so after today, we won't need to see each other again." Without another word, I turned my attention back to Edmond as he carried me to the car.

’ Lissie affirmed in her mind. “A little warming, Lissie. Stop provoking me. You know how I burst out, right?” Out of nowhere, Colton reached her face. He leaned closer to Lissie's cheeks, kissing a partial part of her body before taking his face away momentarily. Instead of melting, Lissie's flare grew bigger as Colton tried to touch her. “Back off, Colton Vistagra. I'm not the same woman who once loved you anymore. I'm not a puppet, less than an easy girl who would believe all your lies!”