Franny Glass Novels & Stories

“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 .”

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.

Francess’ lips curved into a snicker, and with renewed energy, she jumped out of bed. It took half an hour for her bath to be concluded, and a dress for her body to be cladded in. The necessities were done yet her exit from her room was temporarily hindered by the ding of her phone. Quickly, she pulled it out from her purse to check whatever notification it was, and beholding one that presented the date for the occurrence of the Nut Bowl got her… Smirking. She wouldn't participate since her selection wasn't successful but… “I'll rather fuck a horse than allow that wicked witch perform!” Francess spat, bitterness and resentment coating her words thoroughly.

I turned and drifted slowly toward that bright light. One step, two steps. My body grew lighter and lighter. I grew more and more transparent. I casted all those painful memories, those deep, searing scars, all far behind me.

She was now reclining on the rich green leather sofa, pointing the remote control at the widest television screen Clare had ever seen, which brooded in the opposite corner. ‘They’ve got a great porn channel here,’ Francesca commented. ‘Just in case we can’t think of anything better to do . . .’ A bottle of chilled champagne was waiting in a silver bucket on a glass-topped table. Clare popped the bottle open and poured two glasses. ‘Vive la France,’ Francesca sighed happily, raising her glass to the view. ‘I love these big windows, don’t you?’ She had leapt up from the sofa and was now drawing back the raw silk curtains and looking down on the street below. ‘And Paris is the perfect place for

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 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.