Franny Glass Novels & Stories

“You own a mirror, I’m assuming.” “Don’t be a twat, man.” Charlotte demanded facetiously as she set the tray of drinks down on their black marble coffee table. “She’s one of us- but don’t get any ideas. Francine’s girl lives in Russia.” Picking a bright red drink out of the bunch, she placed it on my coaster and sat back down next to Olivia. Brody’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Oooww!" I jerked around to see who I bumped into this time. A girl with a fair complexion and red hair, cut into a straight bob was staring down at me with her eyebrows pinched together and a scowl on her cherry-tinted lips. She was holding an empty glass in between her fingers. "Oh, I'm so sorry.. I" I couldn't complete my words as she groaned, "Watch where you're going, you bitch!" The girl shrieked. "You made me spill that drink on my dress! Do you even know what you just did?"

Nanny Hearty probed. “Well..you know...” he answered. “...noticed,” he added in a whispering voice. “I see. What else would you wish to have?” Nanny Hearty probed some more. “Well, Nanny now that you asked. This place feels boring. If only I could have maybe a small dog to play with or a telescope so I can look at the stars at night. And, don't get me started with our walks. Err yuck! So boring and dull.” He answered enthusiastically.

I gotta take care of this now. Turning back to the lamp, I grab the cans of chemicals. Once I throw this in, it'll literally blow up in my face, so that means I need to be ready to go. Looking around, I spot a pane of glass with a crack in it. Lifting up one of the weights, I smash through it and keep hitting away at the shards of glass until there's a decent-sized hole that I can fit through. I can hear Fredric coming up the staircase outside. Pounding on the metal steps and shaking the glass panes.

I caught him glancing at the girl with me, but as usual, he did not say anything. “Get inside,” It was more like an order, yet whatever her name did not mind at all. She gets in the car, biting the lip of the glass she is holding. “Stop that,” I said, taking the glass tumbler from her, but she only grinned at me. She must be really drunk, and it was a surprise that she was not throwing up like the other first-timers. Frank closed the door as I settled inside, and when he sat in the driver’s seat, he looked back, smiling shyly at me. “Where to, Sky?”

Low, rhythmic jazz poured from the bespoke sound system, mingling with the rich sounds of laughter and the clinking of heavy crystal. I stood alone on the sweeping balcony, the cool evening air carrying the faint, metallic scent of impending rain. The city lights glittered below us like scattered diamonds on black velvet. It was a kingdom finally at peace, and for the first time in months, I could breathe without my lungs burning. I wrapped my arms around myself, savouring the rare taste of absolute victory. The sliding glass door hushed open, and Franco stepped out into the night. He handed me a tall glass, and I could feel how cold it was instantly – he had packed it down with as much ice

I said to reduce her guilty conscience. I sprayed my favourite Victoria Secret body mist and perfume; it is part of my everyday routine because I love to smell good. Then, I headed to the kitchen for a quick breakfast before I finally left for work. My best friend stays at home to catch up on her sleep because she’s a nurse who works the night shift while I go to work during the day.it was 7:30 am meaning I had just 30 minutes to get to work so I had to set off. I took a taxi right in front of my building, that’s one thing I love about the City that never sleeps, New York City.

Fifty miles away, in a luxury apartment with expensive candles and a wine glass in transit toward a mouth that had stopped moving — Lyla froze. The glass slipped from her fingers. And shattered across the floor.

It was only the third time he had taken her while she still wore one of her baggy dresses and it was an odd turn-on for him. He felt like he was sneaking a fuck while they were at work. Frank wondered idly if anyone else had an inkling what a sexpot his girlfriend was. She was absolutely drenched when his cock slid into her. His eyes were locked on hers. The thick glasses made her eyes look absolutely enormous and exaggerated her obvious arousal. Then she was crying out in orgasm, and the glasses emphasized her reaction. It almost made him come, but he managed to hold back. After her second orgasm, she finally realized she was still wearing the glasses and started to remove them.

With those glass bottles, John hit anyone who got in their way. "Come on, quickly!" exclaimed John. Claire kicked the people in colorful clothes who had lost their smiles. They all tried to block their way, but Claire didn't want to give up. Leon was about to lose consciousness, making Claire panic. She quickly followed John, took the broken glass and then jabbed it at everyone who came in her way. No blood came out of those people's bodies, their bodies just flickered and disappeared.