You Are My Glory Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.

Turning around and staring blankly at the golden Buddha statue next to her, she asked, “Buddha, I have believed in you all my life. Could it be that even you were wrong? Is it true that Tyr is the calamity of my Summers family? It was you who told me that. “No, it was Master Kassius who told me that, but he was also one of them. Haha… It’s really ridiculous.” Her brain in a chaotic mess, Gladys fell to her knees with a thud. Though she had been stubborn for decades, the old woman seemed to have finally figured something out. She… was genuinely sorry for Tyr. As the saying went, spectators saw the game better than the players. When Gladys managed to jump out of this game and became a bystande

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..

And God… what could be sweeter than that? Seeing the man who used to tower over me, control me, break me… now standing there looking like a confused child. “What? You thought I was going to remain that fat, ugly duckling you could stomp on forever?” His mouth opened slightly but no words came out. “But that’s where you’re wrong, Marcus.” My voice dropped, softer now colder even. “In case you forgot… I was once pretty. Life just… made me otherwise.But now?” I lifted my chin slightly as I stared him right in the eye.

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.”

My heart stopped, they were going to kill me. As though reading my mind another voice piped up. "We promise that it won't be quick." Gloria She moved closer to me, her eyes filled with loathing. "You have no idea how long I have waited for this day. You were a leach, sticking to my darling Jamie for all these years. I was fucking forced to stand in the sidelines." She drew her hand back and struck me hard across the face. I could do nothing but to take it, still unable to move.

They started kissing then, a deep, passionate kiss. Like true lovers. I watched it all, thinking of the 100 things in my journal. Thinking of how I was once willing to die for just one kind glance from him. Thinking of how I believed that if I just tried hard enough, I could earn his love. "See?" Gloria said smugly, putting her device away. "That's how much he loves me. And you? You're nothing." Her voice became even crueler. "Oh, and Fabian? He just told me he hopes you rot in here. That way, he'll never have to see your pathetic face again."

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.

Jonathan said, stopping her laughter, and Gloria’s face contorted with the pain of regret. “Do you know how happy I was? I thought my long-lost wait was over and I am finally getting the love of my beloved.” Jonathan said, looking at his eyes with a piercing gaze. Gloria couldn’t bear his gaze and wanted to look away. But his eyes were so dominant she couldn’t. “My brain was telling me how can this be? How did I become so lucky? But I shut it out and wanted to hear my heart for once. And here my every dream broke.” Jonathan said and how his face become contorted with pain Gloria couldn’t help blaming herself.

Levi bit his lower lip hard and his chest heaved violently because of shame and anger. Everyone knew that he relied on the Limmons' resources to reach his current position. Rosalie had lost her mind. Her son was the best in the world. She thought Levi would make me a nanny, but he actually wanted me to replace her as her son's mother. Jealousy took over her reason. Rosalie picked up the fork next to her and rushed toward Reagan frantically. "You little bastard. I'll kill you." The severe pain from my back made me turn pale. "Reagan, are you..." I fainted before I could even ask if Reagan was okay.