You Are My Glory 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

He tries to hold his composure together as he continues singing. At the wedding, band members filled in as his backup dancers Oh my goodness (my goodness) So beautiful (my goodness) Even if I use my mind, it's hard to express Oh, you are a masterpiece Women's enemy Men's target The wall that can't be climbed over a holy perfection (band members) I'm thankful to God I see an angel; I'm full of tears (Hallelujah) I see an angel. I'm full of tears, I'm overflowing with affection (Hallelujah)

I hope you learned something from it. I love you all! ‘Til the next stories. God bless everyone, and always stay safe! ©imeesyouuu To God be all the highest glory.

I can't change the past, but I promise to fix you soon," he whispers. His words bring a smile to my face, reassured by the belief that he will mend what's been fractured. I moan as his lips continue their journey, exploring every inch of my body as if engaged in a healing ritual. The flogger continues its teasing, gracefully draping across my skin, and I moan in response.

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

she countered. " Am I the target...." I couldn't finish my statement when she pulled the trigger, I closed my eyes waiting for the pain but instead of pain an explosion shook my apartment, my eyes flew open only to see her laughing, red flower petals were raining down on me, messing up my room, I looked up on time to see something dropping from the chandelier, that was never in my room before, " will you do me the honor of being my forever?" Was writing on the banner with red ink.

I looked up into his face — this face that had no business existing, sharp jaw, dark eyes burning into mine — and I refused to be the first one to look away. "Correction." His voice was quiet enough that it lived only between us. "You are mine. Only mine. No one else gets to claim you. No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to even look at you the way I do." He didn't blink. "Be a good girl, Rose. And I will burn the entire world down and hand you the ashes." The silence stretched tight between us. Then I lifted my chin. "Fine." His eyes narrowed slightly.

YOU ARE MY SUN You came when I was in the dark. You brought some spark. You light my way every single day. I was alone, but you came to care. I was in distress, but you heal my pain. You have my heart before I know. You made me smile out of the blue. I love you more than you ever know. - MADDOX I kiss Maddox on the lips right after reading the poem he made for me. It's the sweetest gift I've ever received. Maddox didn't expect the kiss; he was quite stunned.

Thanks to my system's help, Zacharias and I gained more knowledge, and soon, it was the exam. We were going to go into the hall. Zacharias told me he wasn't nervous, but I knew his past failures were thanks to his nerves. He got nervous and came down with a fever during the exam. Both times. I held his hand, stuffed a rosary into his hand, and asked him to make a wish. "I got this from a church far away. The priest said it's blessed. Write your wish down, and it comes true."

Dear Honey, I have a letter for you today again... Let there be shine. If it has to be, let me shine from within. Glory is that which stands inner speech. Come celebrate this new day. A joy to be alive is still up here. Losing thirst by water is not strange. Occupying mind with right thought. Why it should not be there?