Cathy Glass Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 122 Cassandra's POV The glass felt warm in my hand. The drink was a dull amber color. It caught the lamplight and turned it like honey. I took another slow sip, savoring the burn it left along my throat. I tried to steady the fluttering in my chest. Outside the window, the packhouse was alive with low voices and laughs from the Ravagers and maid. I was the only one that seemed miserable thanks to the glaring problem Gereal had created for me.

Chapter 10: After Midnight Lyra The library after midnight always smelled of dust, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of the climate controls that never quite conquered the desert heat. I had been there for nearly two hours, moving between the restricted ledgers with a weak-looking lamp and the careful steps of someone who expected to be caught at any moment. The troop-movement crystal from the catacombs had given me new names. The forged marriage contract had given me new connections. I was cross-referencing both against the older succession and finance records, building the next layer of the map that lived inside my coded ledger. My hands trembled more than I wanted. The day’s public h

Another book she couldn’t find anywhere—until she realized that it was on display in the front window, for the Occult Exhibit; she guiltily unlocked the glass, slid it back, reached in, and removed it, making a mental note to replace it as soon as possible, before anybody noticed. She was beginning to feel a little better, a little more in control, as she filled her cart to overflowing, with 15 leather-bound books on the subject. Satisfied, she’d wheeled it back to her desk, cleared her other books, and covered it with these. That was hours ago. It was after lunchtime, now, and Caitlin had not stopped reading for a second. Her back and joints were stiff, her eyes were hurting from the non-st

Maggie laughed and with a wave, shut the door. Indeed she had a club and Phoenix’s Claws, her club was her biggest achievement this year. She would not let anything get between her club and her. Not even the gorgeous and dangerous Theodore Cyneric, she vowed and with that thought, Cathy turned away from the window and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

The magic slammed against her teeth like it wanted out through her mouth as much as through the cracked windows. Hols. Her vision blurred. A pulse rolled through the penthouse. The remaining windows rattled. Somewhere, another pane cracked. The chandelier dropped half an inch and stuttered to a stop, as if held by an invisible hand. Then, slowly, the wave receded. Not back into her. Away. Like something tugged. Like the thing in the glass had been disappointed but not denied. Althea sagged. Her hands hit the floor. Glass dug in.

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It was the perfect life. Cathy walked through the halls of her business with a smile and a cheerful spring in her step. Since she woke up from her sleep with few memories, she knew this was where she belonged. Running ‘Cathy’s Corner’ interior design. And her love-life was going great too. Cathy sighed, glancing at herself in the nearby window. Black hair, brown eyes, and pouty lips met her gaze, but it was the happy step that drew her interest. Her legs, in fact.

The frames of my round-rimmed glasses cracked as the weight of her heels came down on my cheek, squashing my skull into the soft earth. I squirmed helplessly on the field. As an omega, I stood no chance against the Pack beauty's claws. "Dearest diary," Cathy continued, "Today is day 987, I watched him eat frosty chocolate out of the pint. He loves frosty chocolates in secret. I wish he'd eat it off my nipples..." Again, their little group of friends jeered. Fully entertained. "Fuck, what are you? A psycho stalker whore desperate to get laid? Just like your mother?"

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.