Gloria X 소설 & 이야기

Her body writhed as Roman’s claws sank into her chest. “Traitor!” Gloria howled. Her voice was a mix of disbelief and anger. Roman’s face was hard. “You’ve served your purpose,” he spat. “This was never your legacy. It’s mine.” But Gloria wasn’t finished. With blood spilling from her mouth, she lifted one trembling hand with her fingers curling as she began muttering words in a language I didn’t understand. Her dark magic surged one last time, wrapping around her and flowing into the distance—toward Gilly.

Danial couldn't help but notice the calm, wise aura that seemed to radiate from her. For a moment, he stared at her in confusion. Then, without thinking, he blurted out, "Who are you?" Gloria’s lips curved into a slight smile, clearly amused by the unexpected question. "That wasn't the question I was expecting," she said with a light chuckle. "But alright, I’ll play along. My name is Gloria Sanders. I’m the head of the healing and medical department at the academy." Danial nodded, his mind slowly catching up. "Right… healing and medical." He rubbed the back of his head, glancing at the bandages covering nearly every inch of his body. "So, you’re responsible for wrapping me up like a fashiona

He is on the same swim team as Xavier, broad-shouldered and, frankly, the dumbest werewolf on earth. A few girls giggle at the comment, and one girl, the one Marcus is currently dating, sends a mocking glance my way. Her name is Gloria, and I watch her whip her dreadlocks over a bony shoulder upon eye contact, and I roll my eyes before returning to my food. "She is such a pig," Gloria grimaces as if the mere idea of someone healthy eating upsets her. "Isn't that her second helping?" Xavier turns around, eyeing me with his infamous mocking expression. His trademark smirk takes control over his lips, and I inwardly recoil. Every time I meet his gaze, it's like taking a direct hit to the gut.

Gloria was apologizing the driver while holding her other hand. ..................

His secondary and more important task, the main reason he was there in the first place, was to kill someone that needed killing. The mark was a woman; her name was Gloria Cross. She was a madam who operated the biggest and most successful brothel in Neo Manila. She had provided a needed service for the middle and higher castes. She catered to all types of clientele: men, women, lesbians, gays, bisexuals, transsexuals, and queers. She had amassed great wealth and power, as a result, had become a person of interest to the Higher Echelons of the Colony.

Gloria ordered, and Dahlia strode out, wasting no time. Gloria kept her design drawing aside and walk out to meet this celebrity. “Hello, Miss Sasha.” Gloria greeted her when she entered the room and Sasha also get up to shake hands. They both sit and Gloria came to her business. “What made you come here?” Gloria asked, and Sasha looked at her with arrogance.

The most important step was using gel to draw two streaks of tears along the Ghost Bride's lower eyelids, then delicately applying gold leaf over them. The streaks looked like falling tears, yet shimmered like a dazzling galaxy, giving her a noble, mysterious air. The Ghost Bride studied her reflection in the mirror. As she turned, the gold leaf caught the light, sparkling like countless tiny stars. Her face hidden beneath the white cloth only heightened her enigmatic charm, making her all the more captivating.