Novel & Cerita Franny Glass

A man stared out his window with a glass of red wine in his hand. Classical music played smoothly as he stared aimlessly out the window. He ran a hand through his silver curls while taking a sip on the wine which was as thick as blood. A lone look filled his face, and his hand squeezed the glass cup hard. Suddenly the sound of glass breaking resounded around the room. "Oh, oh, oh no…. Master Rousseau I— I don't know what happened-" A small face girl knelt down on the ground and scrambled to pick up the shards of glass fallen on the ground.

He cut himself off, jaw working, as though even saying it out loud would make it real. Mara swallowed hard. Her throat burned like she’d been screaming for hours. “What did you see?” He didn’t answer right away. Finally, he crouched, his voice low. “Like glass cracking from the inside out. Your face splitting in pieces. Not blood, not bone — just… reflections of yourself. Dozens. Hundreds. All staring back at me.” Mara hugged her knees, pressing her forehead against them. That wasn’t just his hallucination. She’d felt it too, in the void of shards.

He walked so precisely, gripping his glass like it was the only thing preventing him from looking at me. God, I wanted to dip my hands in his hair and play with it. I tilted my head, he was tense. He wasn't irritated, he wasn't angry—tensed. His veins were pulsing; his grip was tightening. One more press and that glass would shatter. “You okay?” I asked. “I’m fine,” he muttered. “You sound like someone who isn't fine,” I said lightly. “Stop analyzing me.” he snapped. “I’m not analyzing you…I’m watching you.” I smirked.

A fight was what he wanted and a fight was exactly what she would give him. * * * And so ends book one of 'That Girl In Glasses' Please stick around for book 2:) Stay beautiful. XO, CJ 💚

Starting with nothing, we had built the company into what it was today. If not for that brief moment when the steam fogged up the mirror, I probably would have remained in the dark, still believing she was the kind-hearted woman who would personally make a stew just to ensure I drank something warm. My phone vibrated. I glanced down. My assistant had sent me a screenshot from social media. The post belonged to Connor Lawson, the poor college student I had sponsored years ago. Now, he was Amanda's personal secretary. The photo showed him standing in the office, taking a mirror selfie. His shirt collar hung open, exposing a sharp collarbone and the faint outline of his abs. There were subtle h

The explosion of the library window was not a chaotic shattering; it was a synchronized, surgical breach. Before the shards of heavy glass had even finished raining down onto the hardwood floor, three flashbangs detonated in a blinding, overlapping strobe of white light and deafening concussive force.

_My world is very noisy, almost dragging on death._Grace Manninhattan Prang! Shards of glass were scattered on the floor of the room, an empty glass without water ended sadly because of Mr. Flip's uncontrollable anger. Eyes fixed on the young man with his head lowered.

Jessica convincingly managed to get the doctor back to his thoughts and let her go. Vivana and Franklin had had a very long and interesting conversation before the coffee managed to arrive. Franklin was fairly unsuspicious until the very last minutes when she tried to set a goodbye pace. She stood up from the chair and accidentally, her glasses fell off and hurriedly, franklin picked them up to help her wear them. As soon as he set his eyes on her bare face, he just pocketed the glasses walking back to his table.