Behind The Green Curtain Novels & Stories

"You said every last terrible piece of you would stand between me and Valen. I am telling you that every last piece of me is standing between this estate and whatever comes through that door. That's not negotiable." He looked at me. "Together then," he said. We moved. The greenhouse was at the far edge of the east grounds glass and iron, long and low, warm inside with the specific trapped heat of growing things. We came through the main door as the first of Valen's men came through the back. Three of them. More on the road behind, visible through the glass.

he said. His steps turned towards the back of the mansion. The air there was filled with the scent of earth and wet leaves. When he arrived in front of a large glass building, he stopped. The greenhouse stood in the middle of the garden, its glass walls gleaming. Gilbert chuckled, his eyes reflecting the morning light that penetrated the dull glass. “It's crazy,” he muttered. “He made all this... for that woman?” He shook his head, between amusement and disgust. The greenhouse had been abandoned, but now it looked like an expensive tourist attraction.

The hidden sections of the conservatory revealed themselves to Iris like secrets whispered in a lover's ear—slowly, tantalizingly, with the promise of revelations that would forever change her understanding of what was possible in the space between science and magic. Following the ethereal guidance of the botanical voices that had become as familiar as her own heartbeat, Iris discovered that Eleanor's greenhouse extended far beyond what was visible from the main entrance. Behind panels of frosted glass that appeared purely decorative lay chambers devoted to specimens that defied not just botanical classification but the very laws of nature itself.

A chicken drumstick fell out of my hands. My mind was buzzing, while the world around me melted away into indistinct blurs. "What?" The word escaped my mouth, shaking. "Helen got pregnant that night five years ago," answered Nathaniel. He didn't hide the truth. In fact, he seemed relieved that he was finally confessing the truth. "It's been hard, keeping this a secret for five years." That threw me off, and I looked to Melanie for reassurance. "Is this a prank, Melanie? Are you in on this? It's a joke, isn't it? A prank?"

She pronounced it with invisible air quotes. Maya looked at me, and I could tell she wanted to make a cult joke, but the mood was too strange for it to land. Instead, she just shrugged, and said, “Lead the way, boss.” The greenhouse was set halfway down the bluff, a long hike over switchback paths that cut through groves of rosemary and succulents. From a distance, it looked like a crystal coffin, four walls of ribbed glass that caught the last bits of sun and threw them into rainbows. Tonight, though, the whole structure was pitch black. No lanterns in the walk, no ambient light inside. Even the small path lights that lined the stairs were off.

Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.” In about 10 minutes, I arrived at Vans and Sterling Company — and boy, this place was flashy. From the security men dressed in all black uniforms who happily opened the doors for me, to the gleaming polished floors and sky- high walls, I instantly knew I hit the jackpot with this position. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered under my breath, fully aware that it was only through Him that I had gotten this spot.

She took a step back, gesturing toward a heavy velvet curtain at the back of the suite that led to an inner private room. "Not quite yet, my dear," Vivian murmured softly. She reached out and pulled the velvet curtain aside, revealing a sleek, tall mannequin standing under a single spotlight. Vivian looked back at me over her shoulder, her smile growing even wider. "There's still one more thing.”

“Aria, take the back direction. You’ll pass through the left corridor where the green vase sits on a golden stand. Right after that, there is a hallway with three wooden doors. Do not enter any of those. There will be a curtain, black in color. That’s your path. Behind it is the hidden entrance into the main estate.” I turned my body slowly, pretending to be adjusting my dress, but my eyes locked onto the direction Marcus described. My heart raced as I made my way towards the path, every step carefully taken. I passed the green vase, so ancient-looking, resting on a stand that sparkled with polish. I moved quickly but with the grace of someone who belonged there. No one looked twice. I was j

I responded as soon as my eyes made out the green ribbon band around her wrist. “Now listen up. Just like the traffic lights, in here, Green means you are ready to explore. You are ready to dive deep into your darkest desires, and any man in here has a right to give you that. Your body belongs to them. Basically, you become a sex object. A slut if you wanna call it that. So you will have sex with anything that has eyes and mouth in this place, as long as nobody gets harmed in the action, and no blood is spilled all is good. But green is for masochists and sadists. They do things that…” She shuddered visibly before she shook her head like she was dispersing a bad memory. “-things that are har

I was orchestrating every move, and I knew exactly how this would play out. The next day, I prepared meticulously for my encounter with Graham, every step filled with purpose and anticipation. As I opened my wardrobe, I carefully selected a dress that was both elegant and seductive. The deep emerald green fabric clung to my curves in all the right places, its neckline plunging just enough to catch his eye without being overtly provocative.