Franny Glass Novels & Stories

she says and Frank swore that Gisele and Franny will never miss anything again. As soon as he bought everything he intended, Frank went to the hospital. Franny jumped straight into Gisele's bed, who couldn't control her tears of happiness when she saw the little girl next to her. Franny is so beautifully dressed and she has never allowed herself to buy clothes like the ones she is wearing now. And she is so red in the cheeks that she knows for sure that the little girl ate to her heart's content.

Her voice was a bit hushed when she spoke. Reni put on her reading glasses, hanging from her sharp nose. "Frans isn't married." She put down the magazine she had been reading. "Whether he's married or not is none of your business. I'm sure Frans said that because he doesn't want you to bother him."

I melted into him, getting lost in his kiss, wanting and needing him as his strength and masculinity dominated my entire being as he was protecting me with his chest. Just while we were still in the mood, a very heavy breeze blew through the window and swept the glass of wine off the table in a swift rush. We were stunned for a moment, and a rumbling like thunder followed shortly, causing the glasses of wine to break like clay under a stone. "What's that?" Sanny asked in awe, staring in anxiety. I didn't bother answering, instead, staring intently at the windows to the side and saw nothing. I became so confused with fear and anxiety.

She wrinkled her brow, unsure what glass was and how she could see her necklace but couldn't touch it since she was touching something else, like a wall. "What exactly is this? Is there a schism here? Why am I able to see it but not reach for it?" Cora spits and glared at the glass, while Sean grinned and moved over to stand alongside her, one of his fingers gingerly stroking the silver scalpel in his lab coat pocket. "Cora, this is laminated glass. Do not attempt anything amusing; it will not work." He grinned and turned to face her. But she was looking blankly back at him as he wrinkled his brows. That homicidal glare returned.

She was in the car before she'd fully decided to go. The Mansoor Corp building was all glass and cold light at this hour. She walked through the lobby and into the elevator and looked at her reflection in the polished doors. Hair down. Still slightly damp at the ends, the natural wave starting to show where she hadn't touched it — dark and falling all the way past her waist, loose and unfinished in a way she would never have allowed on a trial day. Glasses. No makeup. Just her face, small and bare under the lobby light, her skin still warm and pink from Riyana's bath time.

The personal assistant bowed down his head and walked out of his boss’ room. “What actually happened just now? Illogically and irrationally, the thick, strong and highly-qualified glass could just explode and shatter to pieces. Shit! Shit! It absolutely doesn’t make sense! Moreover, I also lost my golden opportunity to drag my Sumico Baby into my hot embrace!” Back into her personal working office, Sumico was also still shocked, breathless and scared within her great disbelief. “That glass window is superbly strong, thick and qualified. Why could it just explode like that and irrationally shatter into tiny countless pieces as if… as if… as if it’d just been bombarded with a kind of nuclear m

I pushed myself hard wanting her to not have a single reason to tell me I couldn’t use a cane today. “He is well,” Fanny shrugs. “He can use cane,” she swings her eyes to me, “But you work two days next week with me.” “Yes, ma’am,” I salute her like I had Ivy. Franny’s eyes widen at what I did making Ivy rush forward. “Ignore him,” she tells the woman. “He is being funny. Thank you for letting him use the cane. Please find your way to the dining room. There is a box of those treats you like, and Maranda is waiting to schedule next weeks two days.” Franny’s arms are folded, and she looks from me to Ivy and back again. “She also has your check.” That gets the woman moving. I’m paying her hands

Without saying a word, without making any sound, he deposits a transparent glass container onto the small table standing before the couch I’m sitting in. We watch the slimy creature move in the confinement of the glass wide-eyed while desperation streams through me. “What is this?” I ask, making Cayden scoff. He turns the glass a few times on itself as if it would make me see the creature better. “You know exactly what this is.” I gulp, looking at them standing around me, looking back at me with a saddened expression or keeping their head low. Only Fynn reciprocates my gaze, looking at me with a cold expression while Cayden seems to be angered.

The child who would never know a father who made their mother kneel for another woman. Her head snapped up. Sandra took the glass from Ryan’s hand. Her fingers were steady now. Calm. She raised her head slowly, meeting his eyes without fear. Then, without a moment’s hesitation Smash. The glass shattered against the marble floor, red wine spraying across Ryan’s expensive shoes and Jasmine’s white dress like blood. Pieces of crystal scattered everywhere, sharp and dangerous. The room gasped. Sandra stood over the broken glass, her chest rising and falling with controlled fury. Her eyes were red, but not from tears. From fire.

"It’s pretty obvious that you’re just a blind human girl, Gwen. Otherwise, you would have known we always move things up when the weather is this damn good. Right, girls?" A few of the girls nodded quickly, shifting uncomfortably but unwilling to cross her. "You’ve got to be kidding me," I muttered, looking around at the circle of silent faces. "Look, Fanny, I know what I saw. I’m not blind, and I’m not stupid." "Then maybe you should go buy a pair of glasses, Grandma," Fanny spat. "Because clearly, your human eyes aren't cut out for life at RavenBane." "Watch your mouth, Fanny," I warned, stepping closer until we were barely a foot apart.