Novel & Cerita Glass And Steele Series

The scene changed again. We were in the suite in the villa. He heard me pounding on the door with all my strength, screaming for help until my voice broke. He clutched his head, shaking. "No… That's not how it was… I didn't…" The scene shifted once more. It was the night before the final exams. Wendy came to me with red, tearful eyes, begging me to help her cheat. I refused without hesitation, and then, everything unfolded, from how she found those thugs, how she staged it all, how she framed me step by step.

Brielle swallows hard beside me, and I squeeze her hand just as Jack walks back in with a huge smile on his face. “I think we just got lucky,” he tells us. “My buddy just told me that entire wall was constructed using riot glass.” “Riot glass?” Brielle asks. “What does that mean? Like hurricane glass?” “No, riot glass is even better,” I say. “Hurricane glass is only rated for high winds. Riot glass is designed specifically to withstand objects hitting it – even something traveling at a high rate of speed.” “Like bullets?” “Yep. The glass will spiderweb, but not shatter.”

“Does this seem off to you?” Steel took the glass and sniffed it. “Smells fine to me.” She gave him a look and Steel drank half of the glass of juice and handed it to her. “See, it’s fine.” “Maybe water will be better,” she said. Steel stood up from the bed, walked to the bathroom and rinsed the juice glass a few times. He walked back to the bed and handed her the glass of water. Steel seemed to sway a bit and she put the glass down on the side table.

Steel declared. "Yes, sir.”

I told him as we hurried up the narrow servant stairs and the air became thick with the smell of plaster dust and burning wood. We burst into the main corridor and it was absolute chaos because three of our soldiers were trading shots with men in black tactical gear, and a massive explosion from a shell impact blew out the stained-glass windows at the end of the hall and threw us both against the stone wall. I scrambled to my knees and fired a short burst that hit one of the mercenaries in the chest, and Lucien finished off the second one while the roof above the dining hall gave way with a deafening crash that buried the screams of the remaining family bosses under a mountain of stone.

His purple eye was looking at her. "I choose the dirt " Benson said. Maya felt a sob break from her throat. "I choose the dirt too." "Then hold the Pen with me " Samuel said. Maya and Benson reached out. Their hands, joined as one gripped the Silver Pen. Samuel placed his hand over theirs. The High Architect. Ran at them. His simple brown sweater tore away. It showed a body made of glass and gears. Benson kicked the Architect back with a strength that broke the mans glass chest.

"That’s my company! Those are my people! You can't do this to me!" However, the bulletproof glass didn't even crack; instead, it was Bastian’s hand that began to bleed. Red stains smeared across the clear glass, a symbol of his ruin. Down below, he almost felt he could see the figure of Casandra standing tall behind the William Group’s glass doors, gazing toward his building with a cold smile of victory.

My hand shot out, fingers brushing against the cool surface, trying to catch it— But it slipped past. The base tipped. The weight pulled it over. And then— It shattered. Glass exploded across the polished floor, sharp fragments scattering, the sound cracking through the stillness so loudly it felt like it hit my chest. My pulse slammed hard against my ribs as I turned too fast, my eyes snapping up and there he was. Mr Steele. Standing just beyond the spill of light, like he’d been there the entire time. His gaze fixed on the broken glass at his feet.

She felt Nolan’s body tensed. “Something is wrong,” he muttered into his earpiece. No kidding. But nobody slowed down. The Steel Vipers rolled in hard, with all their allies. Bikes fanned out in a tight formation, trucks sealed off the rear, and every single rider was armed to the teeth. They stormed Pier 17. The attack hit instantly. A gunshot cracked through the air. Then another. Then a full rain of bullets. Gunfire exploded from the tops of shipping boxes. Shadows came alive with men firing rifles. Bullets sparked off metal and tore up the pavement.