Novel & Cerita Franny Glass

"Trust I can reach that damn piece of glass to get us out of here." The chair crawling on the cement made a very striking, very strange, characteristic noise, so that, if it had been heard, they would have gone at once. That encouraged me and we stopped, so I carefully took off the Swedes I was wearing and brought my feet up to the glass, when I made contact, I cut myself and complained. "What's up, princess?" "Nothing, the glass will do, it's sharp, I just hurt myself a little..." I did that, with the blessed elasticity that God gave me I took the glass, stuck it in my feet, but I endured the pain so that it would not be a much bigger problem, so, with a little help from Luc, I managed to g

I grinned back, blowing into the mug. “...Are you ready to tell me what happened with you and Brody now?” Francine went to lean against her refrigerator after placing her mug in the freezer. She took it about eight steps further than I did when it came to cooling her hot beverages down. That girl liked cold drinks. Everything from coffee to apple cider to hot chocolate. I guess in her case it’d be called “cold chocolate.” No, I’m not kidding.

She gloat as she places two glasses onto the desk and start to fill them with the beige-sparkling liquid, before handing each one of us a glass. "Oh what the hell..." Franks shrugs."Tiffiny, why dont you get yourself one to?" He smile at the young women playfully as she walks away on her quest to find herself a glass. "Pretty little thing huh?" He grin as he watches her walk away, his eyes glued to her ass. "Sure." I shrug taking a sip from the golden liquid. "I am to old, but if you persue her I won't mind." He chuckle watching me as he talk about his skinny secretary, who enters the room at the precise moment with her glass in hand. "Let me." He take the glass from her hand and refill it.

“No, thank you.” “Come on, baby doll. Take one now while you can,” Francis grins like an idiot as he takes the glass from the stewardess. “A bottle of water,” the kind stewardess smiles at me as she passes me a bottle, and I take it mirroring her expression. “Thank you so much.” Francis suddenly lets himself slump into the seat next to me. “As soon as we are there, I have a few nice little dresses to show you. You will be sold out in no time, baby.”

"But I don't think her mood swings had anything to do with the broken glass." "Then?" Alexander raised an eyebrow. Frans let out a long sigh. He could already guess that what Yasmin had done had caused Cassandra to lose control, leading to her accidentally dropping the glass. If Cassandra had accidentally dropped it for any other reason and hadn't seen him and Yasmin, the broken glass would have been closer to the sink or the fridge. Not near the doorway like it was now. "I'm sure that right now, Cassandra and Yasmin are discussing something related to us. I'm the same. Let's talk about this in the living room!" Frans suggested, motioning for Alexander to go first after they finished cleanin

But the weight of my to-do list clouds my thoughts. I’m already running late, but I push the frustration aside. There’s work to be done. Pastries to bake, orders to fill. I can’t screw this up. I’m so caught up in my thoughts that I don’t see him coming. Suddenly, his shoulder knocks into mine, a rush of warmth that leaves me breathless. The flour bag slips from my hands, and in an instant, it bursts open, sending a cloud of white powder swirling around us. The flour settles like snow, dusting his dark hair and the sharp angles of his face, as if he’s crowned in frost. The thick, comforting scent of flour fills the air, mixing with the crisp chill around us. As the cloud of flour drifts down

The night is so cold that I feel my bones freezing. I sit up on my bed and stair out of the window. There are sheer curtains draped in front of it but I see right through it. “Can’t sleep?” a quiet voice speaks It's the girl in glasses who was reading. “Yeah” i respond “Are you really an Anorem?” she asks with curiosity “I was… until now” “Oh” “Yeah” The conversation drops into an awkward silence for a few seconds.

He chuckles and I give him a halfhearted smile. “I’ll be right back.” He says, walking towards two girls who just sat at the counter. I release my auburn red hair from the band that was holding it up, allowing the curly waves to fall down my back. “Much better.” “So, what do you want this evening?” Franks asks me coming back from serving the girls their order, while cleaning a wine glass before putting it into the shelve with the other glasses he has cleaned, and-not surprisingly-he had a small piece of paper in his hands. Did I mention girls are always drooling over him and keep slipping him their numbers?

The tapping came again, sharper this time. He stood up, swaying a little, and walked over to the window. He pushed the curtain aside and froze. Jax stared, heart slamming against his ribs and shocked by who was climbing through the window. “Do you miss me, baby?”

“The Glass Room. The sessions. You watched it all.” She leaned in. “And it was beautiful. The moment she played the piano? Her grief was peaking. Her synaptic resonance was off the charts. Do you understand what that kind of pain can be used for?” He stepped back. “You turned her into a puppet.” Granger didn’t deny it. Adrien had heard enough. Without another word, he reached into his coat and tossed a small device onto her desk, a miniature drive, blinking red. Granger raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?”