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.

“the same way our relationship can't be mended." “Can't you do it fast." I bellow at Jenny impatiently. She flinches making all the pieces fall back on the ground which she had collected. Fuck this nuisance of a woman. My eyes widen when I see Roxanne grabbing a big piece from the fallen pieces. She moves back at a lightning speed with the big glass piece in her palm. Instantly I sprint towards her.

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."

Right on cue, Lanny said coldly, "Time's up." Crash! Beresford smashed the wineglass in his hand onto the floor and gritted his teeth. "You fool! I refuse to believe you'll actually dare to touch me! You won't have the guts to do it!" Harvey looked at the floor and said, "Wine glass specially made in Country H. 15 million dollars. Remember to pay before you leave." "You…!" Just as Beresford was about to explode again, Micah suddenly stepped forward and kicked him to the ground.

Although I responded and had Max closely monitor them, there was no guarantee that these guys were peace of mind and didn't do anything behind my back. I can forgive them for last time, but I will erase their pack if I dare touch a hair of Erza. Suddenly, the glass in my hand broke, and red wine slowly flowed down my hand to create an eye-catching color, exactly like the color of fresh blood... “You broke the limited edition glass, Ryan.” My wolf complains more and more. “I remember correctly, it was worth almost 1000 dollars for one; what a pity.” I threw the broken glass in the trash without regret, wiping my hands with a tissue. “Stop talking and make me angry.”

“Don’t you remember what happened last time?” I look down my nose at the glass. The hemoglobin molecule is on the rim of the glass, pushing against the tip of my nose, preventing me from drinking the champagne. My nose pushes up to look like a pig's nose from the pressure. I jump back with a gasp and give it a stunned look, then turn my gaze to Amy and Estelle. Do they see it? When I look back at the glass, the miniature figure is gone. “Is everything okay, Zara?” Estelle looks at me with concern. Clearly, didn’t the red spot on the glass or they would freak out?

He was enjoying the grinding sensation so much he was losing his train of thought. Looking around the spacious room made from white Bricks, there were big plain glass windows that were twice his height. Ryan had created this kind of Glass during an experiment, he made mana clay into sand but while heating it up to test its heat resistance. It turned into a kind of glass that could still attract mana. It was dubbed mana glass, and they put in on everything, all the buildings, all the vehicles. It was a new craze. He looked back to his wife, into her deep pink eyes. She was smiling provocatively and was staring back at him, "are you enjoying your rewards so far?" she asked with a smile.

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.

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.