Franny Glass Novels & Stories

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.

Kaylin turned her head and laughed, pushing Fanny as she did a little fun dance. "Okay, okay. Can we have a drink now? I think I deserve it." As the two settled into a stall at a nearby bar that Kaylin knew and declared completely safe, It didn't take two minutes for a bottle of vodka and two glasses to appear on their table, Fanny frowning in confusion as she watched Kaylin pour both glasses. "But we didn't even order this one." "Oh, they know I'm here, don't worry." She slid a glass toward Fanny.

Francis let out a laugh, seeing that she wasn't responding as he said, “ Go get the glass dildo.” “ Fuck her until she bleeds.”

She didn't need the remaining two weeks of her signing window; her new life was already in motion. Packing took less than twenty minutes. She had left the Sterling estate with only a single bag, and she found that she needed very little of what remained in her old life. She left the gold and sapphire bracelet Julian had given her sitting on the cheap laminate of the hotel dresser. The only things that mattered were her passport, her coaching notes, and the stack of old swim magazines she had pulled from her nightstand drawer. Her phone buzzed continuously on the mattress. Priya’s name flashed across the screen twice. Julian’s flashed four times. Naomi picked up the device, powered it down en

Vivienne Laurent had learned long ago how to disappear in plain sight. She stood at the far end of the ballroom, beneath a crystal chandelier that glittered like a frozen constellation, holding a champagne flute she had no intention of drinking. The glass tower of Laurent International loomed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, its mirrored surface reflecting the city lights below. From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist.

Vivienne pushes the warm glass deeper inside me, twisting it slowly so I feel every inch. I am still shaking from the previous orgasm, my thighs slick, my mind spinning. The stretch is so intense that I let out a broken moan. “Easy, chérie,” she whispers, holding my stomach to keep me steady. “This collector is designed to reach the places your boyfriend never bothers with. Breathe through it. Let it open you.” I grip the edges of the bench, legs spread wide like some kind of offering. The glass is smooth but thick, and every little movement sends sparks up my spine. Vivienne watches my face the entire time, studying me like I am the most fascinating formula she has ever worked on.

There was even a search function; no need to place items inside physically. Julian snatched a water glass from a nearby table and hurled it against the far wall. It shattered. Joanna pressed the button. The shards skittered back together as if time had reversed. Allen crossed the room, crouched, and lifted the glass. He looked up grinning. "Is that not the coolest thing you've ever seen? Joanna took the glass, its rim flawless. Outside, she crushed it under her boot on the concrete. An experiment. She closed her eyes. The system was part of her mind. *Renewal*. The world blurred at the edges; the glass pieced itself back together, dust shaking off silently. No sound, no flash—just entropy re

Fran has gone for a small black dress that shows off her amazingly long legs while Poppy is laying on my bed in a red frilly dress. "Look at us all dressed up!" Fran says excitedly as she puts her phone back into her bag. "Shall we have a drink before we go? We have time" She asks, and my heart starts hammering in my chest as she looks at me expectantly. Even in my heels, she towers over me in hers by almost a foot it seems. "I'm um, I'm not drinking tonight" I say with a stutter as the excuse I don't have prepared tries to load in my brain. Poppy sits upright quickly and gapes at me.

“Anything else?” “Yeah. Legs open.” “Oh…” The small sound was a gasp of shock, of lust. “Oh, God.” “Now, babe.” Those green eyes were hot and intense again. “Don’t make me wait one minute longer to run my tongue over your sweetness.” As a woman who understood the power of words, and who spent her days talking, Francine was stunned to discover that she was, truly, speechless. Silent and mute, she lay back, trembling a bit. She raised her arms, rested them on either side of her head. Then, trembling harder now, just shaking with pure desire, she slowly parted her legs.

granny asked Aly “Relax Granny, Maybe we came from the other side. It must be blocked from here. Alina told while trying to figure out the mysterious glass. Becky silently went near the glass and touch it. Her hand got an electric wave and she falls back. “It is magical glass. It was planted to stop the people to move inside” Becky told. “ But how could it possible. I came to church in the morning. This glass was never placed here”. Granny respond with astonishment. Becky looked at Aly who was turning blue. Her eyes were popped and she feels pain in her neck. “Heeyyy Aly, what's happening to you. Are you alright?” Granny holds Aly before she falls to the ground. As she touches Alina. Her bod