Gloria X 소설 & 이야기

Behind him, Nova, who was in Rue's arms, cried as though she could not bear having to part ways with her father. At that moment, under everyone's gazes, Gloria drove over and stopped in front of Adrian. Dressed in tight, black shorts, she got out of her car and stood before him. "I'm going with you." Adrian stopped and looked at her. As their eyes met, he could see how sincere Gloria seemed and how determined she was. Gloria had gotten changed before driving here, putting on leather shorts and a matching fitting black top with a black jacket over her shoulders. There were daggers and weapons hanging from her clothes. Although she had been asleep for five years, she still remembered who she w

The last time she had received such a flood from Lafitte it had acted like a cleansing enema that washed all of her bowels free of unwanted deposits. Gloria was playing with Marcy's aroused nipples. She suckled them searching for a taste of the human woman's essence not for any desire of human milk. Before she was selected to be a member of Lafitte's band, Gloria had been a working girl in Mama Leone's house of pleasure in the Quarter. An unexpected pregnancy and an unfortunate loss of the baby at birth had left her with a pair of lactating nipples for more than a few months. The teenaged girl had quickly been drafted for those kinky patrons who had an interest in the pleasure of suckling a

"I don't care why you're not with my son anymore. You killed him. And it would be best if you were in the same position as well. After that, your good-for-nothing mate will be next!" Swiftly, Gloria launched herself at me, her movements fluid and unnaturally swift. I dodged her initial strike, narrowly avoiding her outstretched claws. Our battle weaved through the ancient trees; each clash sending shockwaves through the surrounding forest. I fought with every ounce of strength, parrying Gloria's attacks and countering my own. But her power was formidable, and I soon found myself being overpowered. Her strikes were swift and relentless, fueled by a mother's grief twisted by vengeance.

“Please stay with me tonight. I love you, I love you Damon and I will do whatever you want me to do. Just stay with me." She beaconed to him, then placing her hands on the very top of her gown she let her dress fall off her body, revealing her sumptuous body as she stood completely naked. Her body was very beautiful to gaze upon even a blind man would testify to this fact and Gloria knew this, she is aware of the fact that she has a killer body that would make any man go crazy for her. A unique hourglass figure in a surprisingly slender and slim body makes her shape more of a marvel as how she has such great curves.

Ara smiled but didn’t dig further. “He gifted her this before moving to another city with his family,” Hannah added further. The unmistakable clicks of heels echoed in the air just then, everyone turned to see Gloria approaching, except for one person. Standing at 5’9”, Clad in crop top and mini-skirt, Gloria was nothing short of a Goddess just like Ginger. “Good Morning, Mrs. Serrano,” Gloria chirped, taking off her shades and revealing her stunning amber eyes. “Good Morning, Gloria. Come, have breakfast with us,” Ara invited Gloria with just as much warmth as she had invited Sera.

he said, unable to hold his laughter in as he left her in his room to go meet Marcel. “Gosh! I am so stupid! How did I fucked this up like this?" Gloria was angry and disappointed with herself. She let herself get carried away by Eden's good looks and sweet talk that he was able to get inside her panties in just a few minutes they met and although it was good and sweet while it lasted however as soon as Marcel entered the room and Gloria set sight on him again she knew instantly she had made a terrible mistake. She just fumbled the bag big time because in comparison to Marcel, Eden is a Mercedes Benz while Marcel is a sexy Lamborghini. How do you compare the two?!!....

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

"Ms. Wisteria Oliviero, of course! From Oliviero International!" Everyone turned their eyes to me right away. I stepped inside, my heels clacking. "Don't play dumb with me, Jackie." My voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out all the whispering. "You know damn well who I am when you used my family's money to patch up your and Yvonne's financial holes." Jackie suddenly cackled like a maniac. I could hear the scoffing. He jabbed a finger at me like I was the biggest joke around. Then he shouted at the guests, "Did you hear that? She calls herself Oliviero International's heiress!"

My body shivers when the cold air combs through my fur. "Dagmar Tyler, I accept you as part of my pack. As the voice of reason and second in the chain of command of the Glory of Autumn. You are our beta now. Follow our rules and they will lead you to glory,"

" In a flash of anger, she flung the crystal ball at me. Caught off guard, it hit me square in the head, and blood gushed forth. The crystal ball crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. My heart clenched. I had given her that crystal ball for her seventh birthday. I spent three days perfecting its decorations, setting it carefully on her desk to avoid any scratches, never imagining it would be the instrument of my own pain. Yoana rolled her eyes in disgust at the blood. "Consider this a lesson. Ms. Elaine, taking your tacky bracelet is a favor for you." As she stormed upstairs, my heart plummeted. Seven years of love and labor—all washed away in a moment.