Franny Glass Novels & Stories

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.

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

With those glass bottles, John hit anyone who got in their way. "Come on, quickly!" exclaimed John. Claire kicked the people in colorful clothes who had lost their smiles. They all tried to block their way, but Claire didn't want to give up. Leon was about to lose consciousness, making Claire panic. She quickly followed John, took the broken glass and then jabbed it at everyone who came in her way. No blood came out of those people's bodies, their bodies just flickered and disappeared.

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.”

Reassured, I downed the entire contents of my glass in one gulp. “Whoa!” Franco reached out to take my glass, “Easy, Cass! You’ll just burn your throat drinking like that. Take it slow and enjoy the taste.” “I’m not here to enjoy the taste,” I replied, wiping the corner of my mouth. “Get me another one.” Franco laughed at my request but complied, handing me another glass, which I quickly drained. “If I didn’t know you, I’d think you were some heartbroken woman who just broke up with her boyfriend. You look pathetic right now,” he remarked.

I didn't want to be humiliated, so I steered clear of them. I took off my glasses and rubbed my eyes. My myopia was getting terrible. I needed to make a visit to my ophthalmologist. "Get back to work you two!" Francine screamed suddenly from the doorway. I jumped, almost falling off the stool. My glasses slipped from my grip and fell to the floor. Luckily, it didn't break. Anika remained unfazed beside me. She rolled her eyes and got down from her stool. "You know you don't have to scream, Francine." She muttered. "We're humans, not machines. We need some rest."

Sarah Frank knelt on the ground. “App, please attach the board so that only children over 18 years old can see it. If it doesn't hurt the brain. Oh, I want to throw my eyes away, put it in a basin of boiling water, and wash it again." Phedra Elizabeth.

Franklin said, raising his voice as David groan in frustration before standing up straight and releasing me from his grip. I decided to sit near Franklin but just as I stood up from my position, my knees connected to the corner of the table, I crunched with pain on the floor. Worse happened next. The moment I got up on my feet, my head collided on the back of the table and I heard a loud "crash” before everyone in the room grew quiet. My eyes widened when I saw the wine glass shattered all over the floor . I quickly rushed to pick up the pieces of broken glass.

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.

Ana (voice thick): “Eight treasures down, thirty-nine still sleeping. Tonight we wake the ninth.” She leads us past the church, up a frozen path to an ancient hay barn that smells of cedar and centuries. Inside stands the Winterglass Mirror: tall, black ice veined with silver, humming like a hive. It doesn’t show our reflections. It shows futures we’re terrified of. - Me on a throne of frozen blood, crown complete, eyes empty. - Remy kneeling, broken, dagger at his own throat. - Seras burning everything she loves because she couldn’t stop it.