Gloria X 소설 & 이야기

"Ms. Gloria Lynch, Mr. Arnold Sullivan, you're under arrest on suspicion of large-scale fraud, money laundering, and aggravated assault. You'll need to come with us." In the next instant, handcuffs clicked around the wrists of the once-untouchable couple. Mom didn't resist. Instead, she fixed her gaze on Daniel. Her eyes burned with a hatred so fierce that it seemed she wanted to tear him apart with her bare hands. "Look into him! Investigate that monster! He's the one behind all of this!"

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

she said amused. Shit, I hadn't said anything to Mom yet, so I started to change the subject, but before any words were out of my mouth, Livie came forward going towards my mother with little jumps along the way. "Mark already told me about the trip Gloria, is no wonder, don't you think?" “What trip?” She asked curiously. From one moment to another the happy Livie had become Emily Rose's double, turning her neck almost one hundred and eighty degrees. If I wasn’t already nervous for my mother's reaction, I’d have found that act very funny.”

The noble looked at her from head to toe and sighed, as if pitying the fact that she was a clueless woman. “Gairoshi is for those who want to be king. Throughout the years that Gairoshi was being implemented, it has been widely concluded that it is not a safe place for women although they are welcome to join the bloody fights. But there is a much safer and more lenient version. It’s an event exclusive to women who want to raise their ranks. It’s called Zeikontour.”

I asked and Nia groaned, dropped her spoon, and pulled a few strands of her hair behind her ears. "Well, Gloria is this pretty damsel that drives every man insane here. She makes all makes staring at her with this kind of hunger in their eyes it's so irritating." "Werewolf or human?" "Werewolf, of course. She has all these guys in the palm of her hands except Arthur, Lucky you. And it just makes me angry." "Wait, so you saw this Gloria having a conversation with Silas?" "That is what I just said, is it not?" She said and returned to her ice cream.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

Lochlan laid out what he needed. ‘Are you sure she’ll fall for it?’ I asked when he’d finished. It was Desmond who answered. ‘She will. Gloria operates on two assumptions: one, that Aaron worships her – which he does – and two, that he’s still corroded with guilt over his first wife’s –’ he glanced at me quickly, then continued – ‘over Marin’s death. Both assumptions are correct. And guilt makes people impulsive. That impulsiveness is what we’re counting on.’

Xander stepped to the side and Gloria came into view. "Gloria...." My words caught in the back of my throat. She wore a simple blue denim linen long dress and a leather belt pouch where she usually kept her potions and crystals. Not a single wound or scar to be seen on her, she was perfectly fine. I gulped. Since leaving with Killian that time, this was the first time she had shown up at the cottage again. I looked at Xander. Should I ask why and how he brought Gloria back? Suddenly all the questions bubbling up in my mind popped and evaporated.

She was dressed in a dark red coat and a black pleated skirt with gold trim, her hair neatly combed with a tassel hairpin. Gloria looked terrible, with dark circles from poor sleep—probably from the garbage dumping incident, forcing her to hide in the Ironclaw Pack for days. She managed a curtsey and said coldly, "Luna Adelaide." Adelaide recalled Paisley's words about Gloria trying to compete over wedding gifts at the mating ceremony. Coupled with their previous unpleasant meeting, Adelaide simply nodded coolly. "Luna Gloria." "Luna Adelaide, do you have the leisure to watch the Bloodmoon Pack's drama so early in the morning?"

Gloria makes Lawrence feel at home. . With a seductive smile playing on her lips, Gloria lifted the delicate bra and slipped it over her arms, positioning it just right to accentuate her ample bosom. The fabric moulded her curves, enhancing her natural beauty and highlighting her cleavage. Adjusting the straps to ensure a comfortable fit, she admired herself in the mirror, revelling in her sensuality.