Franny Glass の小説・ストーリー

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.

Fann let the door close with a bit of a thump, alerting everyone in the room to his presence. “Fann!” He had expected she might be embarrassed for him to catch her so close to another man, but Eleanor’s voice was both happy and excited. Her steps were light as she skipped across the floor towards him with such a huge smile on her face that he found he had to smile back. He lifted his hand to catch the one she had extended and found himself being pulled to the window. “You have to see this! This thing is a microscope. It makes very tiny things look bigger. Much, much bigger. Big enough to see things that you can’t see at all without it! You can actually see animalcules! They’re real! It can n

If she was lucky, one of the thousand fragments of glass would find its way on the drow's neck and slice it open, ending her life right there. The drow's groans of pain filled the manor as her body was assaulted by tiny pieces of sharp glass. A faint glow emanated from the mist where the drow was hiding, and the stinging noise of the flying pieces of glass turned to a soft hiss. Cassana's glass serpent has turned to sand and collected on the floor, like a collapsed sandcastle on a beach.

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.

Ford stated. “Glass children are siblings of kids with either emotional or physical needs that take priority. The parents focus on the child with special needs, and less attention goes to the rest. The glass doesn’t mean they’re fragile. It refers more to being invisible. Like, in the case of Marley, they always worked harder, tried to be perfect, and tried not to be a burden. They didn’t feel like they could go to their parents with their issues, because they wouldn’t compare to Wren’s issues. And when Marley was four, Aunt Do got pregnant with twins; whatever attention did go to Marley, they now had to focus on two little babies.”

Granny said while taking Alina's hand and moves inside. As Becky and Aly with Granny move inside, they collided with a glass. Granny lost her balance and fall back. While Becky and Aly stumbled. They looked at the transparent barrier, that a naked eye couldn’t catch. Becky and Alina looked at the glass which was on their way. They can see the church through the glass wall. “Whats kind of church is this” 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.

🎶 I'm just avoiding you like broken glass. There are no winners when The sky is cast. 🎶 BROKEN GLASS- SIA It's the third day after my injury. The day I had to get rid of this bandage. I walked down the hallway to the nurse's office and knocked twice on the wooden door. "come in" I heard the tiny voice of miss Joanne say, and I gripped the handle to let myself in. She was busy writing away records with her glasses hanging at the bridge of her nose. She sat at her tiny desk that was always cleared and neat except for the little stethoscope set that sat at the edge of the table that made contact with the wall.

N I shuddered at the memory, taking a big gulp from the glass in my hand. Serena had concocted the drink for me and although I had NO IDEA what was in it, it sent a shivering burning feeling through me. It tasted like poison but I welcomed the taste as I downed the glass. Placing it down on the counter I spun around, rubbing my eye as I moved to the dance floor. Damn, the drink worked quick… Frankie Sherwood spotted me, waving me closer whilst dancing with a guy without a shirt on. She was wearing a bright green sports-bra adjoining with pink leggings and wrist-and-head bands.