Glass Bead Gfriend Novels & Stories

‘You got this. The contestant before her hadn’t had a single bid. Remnants of her jewelry was strewn all over the floor. Trista eloquently explained her design. Two interlocking pendants that fit together perfectly. It was a strange material, with a soft blue glow. Some type of jade, she explained. I wondered where she got it. It looked really rare. But the piece was aptly named – it had the same soft glow as the moon.

Arogante at preskong sabi ni Gideon na agad namang sinunod ng mga tao. "Nababaliw ka na ba?" Mariin kong bulong ng mahiya dahil lahat sila ay umalis para bigyan kami ng lugar. "Gusto mong makita diba? Halika lapit ka." Hindi naman kailangang paalisin. Pairap akong tumingin sa unahan at biglaang napa-awang ang bibig dahil sa nakita. Inside the glass box is a beautiful and expensive necklace. A diamond necklace that is eyes captivating.

I drag the length forward over my shoulder slowly as the silver colour steals the breath from my lungs. “What…on earth” My voice sounds steady, though my heart begins racing. As I sift through the strands, small cool shapes brush against my fingertips. Tiny gold beads. Embedded within the strands themselves. Smooth pieces of crystal, pearl, and polished sea glass woven into the growth as if they had formed there naturally. I stare at them in stunned silence. Then I noticed something else. A faint pressure resting on my head. Curiosity pulls me toward the tall mirror across the room. My reflection nearly stops my heart.

At the station, an officer placed a transparent evidence bag in front of him. Inside was a small, delicate silver pendant. It was the one he had personally put around my neck when I was five years old. He had said it would keep me safe for the rest of my life. The pendant was still there, but I had already become an icy, lifeless body. Sean's face turned deathly pale. His hand trembled as he picked up the pendant. "No, that's impossible… It can't be…" he muttered under his breath. The officer expressionlessly handed him a document.

“Are they… ruby contacts? Or—” The air thinned. The nearest guests turned. Curious eyes flicked toward me. My stomach lurched. Heat burned my cheeks. Words tangled in my mouth. “It’s a—, I—” But before I could collapse under the weight of it, Gaya’s voice sliced through the silence. “They’re natural,” Gaya interrupted, her voice smooth and final. She stepped closer, silver light incarnate, and the entire room seemed to bend toward her presence. “Rare. Like gemstones. Surely you’ve seen a jewel more beautiful than the ordinary?”

, the foreign brand known for its artful glassware, from which Gideon had purchased his cups. The crystal-clear glasses were practically works of art. Phoebe suddenly hit the brakes for a simple reason. She wanted to buy a glass, too. In the store, she immediately spotted a tree-shaped glass. She loved forests. Just as she was about to pay, she heard a teasing voice with a Jeriton accent. "I asked which one you like, but all you've done is stare at her. Is she your friend? Or your crush?" Phoebe turned toward the voice. Gideon was seated on a couch while his friend held two glasses, presumably wanting him to pick one. Said friend's gaze darted between Phoebe and Gideon. Then, he said firmly,

' Darius mindlinks me. I nod my head, and reach for the clasp. I unfasten it, then hand it towards Kayden. Kayden grabs it, the takes a jewelers glass from his draw to better examine it. "Just as I thought." He remarks. "What is it? Is it bad?" I say nervously. "Actually quite the opposite. Here, take a look." He says. The glass that Kayden uses, seems to be a hightech one. He turns his computer monitor to us, as we all hover near it in anticipation. Suddenly, an image appears on the screen, I manage to identify it as the back of my necklace.

“There aren’t even a hundred of these beads, and most of them are either owned by collectors or sects. “It’d be hard to see something like this outside! “I heard that the elderly of the top ten families would have to make huge sacrifices just to get even one Eyed Bead. “And yet, you’re treating it like a toy that you can get at any moment. “You’re saying that this is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars?” Harvey chuckled. “I also heard that Formosa has a lot of man-made beads like these. “Big pieces of agate would be cut down and engraved, then pickled with chemicals. “You’d probably get skin cancer if you play with this long enough, let alone wear it.”

She marched toward the car, tried to look through the windshield; it showed a bearded man at the steering wheel, staring at her in a creepy manner. She moved forward and placed a knock on the window. The driver lowered the glass and showed his face. On just one exchange of looks with him, currant of fright ran through her body. Not only was his beard scary but his big light-grey eyes made it hard for her to maintain her stance. He turned to pick something from the backseat and abruptly hurled a box at her. She was alarmed, fearing that it could be bomb, she caught with a strong grip, taking a close look at it. "Here you go," he said, disgustingly chewing a gum with opened mouth.

The farmer carefully opened up his bag to produce a green bead the size of a fist. It was unclear what the green bead was made out of. It looked like jade, but not. It looked like a gem, but it was not. There was a shiny outer layer, but it had very low transparency. It looked like something made by a machine. It was unassuming. "Old man, what treasure is this? What can it do?" The Black Gorilla asked. "I don't know," The old man shook his head.