Novel & Cerita Franny Glass

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

The chauffer bows at us ** welcome to the Kingdom of Brennan my name is Lancesirott your escort for your duration in the kingdom, please have a seat while I put the bags away ** we comply, Skaii getting in with me and Ameera in the other and we make our way through, I stick to the window taking in the scenery as we make our way along, I have never seen mountains so beautiful in my life, there’s so many shades of Green, Brown, Red and even Grey and White at the top of the peaks. Buildings begin to come into view, they are spectacular most of them seemingly made of shimmering glass that reflect and project a rainbow of colors as we pass along (( this is amazing Lancesirott )) ** thank you Luna

she said, "It's just a small cut, I don't know what I was thinking trying to pick up broken glass with my bare hands. Besides, my shift is over anyways" She turned away from him and signaled another bartender while Samson watched. "Vivian, I have to go take care of this" she said, lifting her finger which was still wrapped in the towel. "Could you clean this up for me" she nodded towards the scattered glass on the floor. The other Lady nodded and she turned and left the room using the back door only the employees used. When Samson sat back down on his stool, he realized that Jacob Saunders was gone.

Left to my own devices, I busied myself examining pendants on display. The door opened behind me, and I heard someone walk in. The footsteps grew closer, but I didn’t turn to look. “Mila,” Franny’s voice called, breaking my focus. She stood at the far end of the counter, holding a pair of earrings in her hands. I nodded, offering her a smile. “They look good.” “Are you getting something?” she asked. “I’m still looking,” I replied, my eyes drifting to a display of anklets hanging nearby.

The last thing I saw, right after the sharp pain stabbed into the back of my neck, was the icy, emotionless face of my brother, Sean Lawson. When I regained consciousness, I found myself trapped inside a huge glass box. My hands and feet were bound so tightly that I could not move at all. "Sean, you know I have claustrophobia! Please let me out!" I kept screaming, my voice breaking as I begged. Sean did not even look at me. Instead, he gently wiped the tears from Wendy Roberts' eyes.

The way he'd ask simple questions — did you sleep, are you hungry, what do you want to do today — that were really asking something else entirely. On the second evening I dropped a glass in the kitchen. Just fumbled it, my hands still not quite steady, and it hit the floor and shattered. I stood there looking at it and felt my eyes fill up with tears over a broken glass which was ridiculous, which I knew was ridiculous, which didn't stop it from happening. Zyran appeared in the kitchen doorway. Looked at the glass. Looked at me. "Leave it," he said. "I'll get it."

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.

The servant girl tells her as she takes the dustpan and Elena nods at her. When they leave and close the door behind them. She waits to hear the curt moving away from her door before rushing to kneel in front of the bed to look for the glass. She finds it and takes it. She examines the glass; it was not big, but it had to be enough to do the job. It was all she had. She extracted her claws and ripped a piece of her shirt then wrapped it around the glass so that she can hold it properly and without cutting herself, but it needed to be sharpened.

He then handed him the plate of biscuits and they started eating "The glass of choice is an ancient possession Xavier. It is magical, mysterious. That is why it is extraordinary meaning that it only cracks for a reason and after that it heals getting itself ready for its next ceremony. By the time we choose a betrothed for the next king, the glass of choice will be already in good shape." Xavier sipped on his tea his gaze shifting from Zuri to the glass of choice then back to him

I melted into him, getting lost in his kiss, wanting and needing him as his strength and masculinity dominated my entire being as he was protecting me with his chest. Just while we were still in the mood, a very heavy breeze blew through the window and swept the glass of wine off the table in a swift rush. We were stunned for a moment, and a rumbling like thunder followed shortly, causing the glasses of wine to break like clay under a stone. "What's that?" Sanny asked in awe, staring in anxiety. I didn't bother answering, instead, staring intently at the windows to the side and saw nothing. I became so confused with fear and anxiety.