Glass Bead Gfriend Mga Nobela at Kwento

I'm in a much hurry than waiting for her to introduce the glasses she had just listed, so I said, “I just want something simple and dar—” “I get it… I gets it, I know exactly what you want just leave it to me,” she raised her hand to the shelve behind her and took down a box, opening it slightly to revealed a pink heart-shaped glasses with shining stuffs on it, she carefully put the cover beside it, as though it was an egg. “Here are our top notch glasses, trust me— you wear this, your crush will come finding your love, you take a little walk down the street, at least ten cars will jam into one another.” The words smoothly rolled out of her mouth as though she ate honey.

Yet just as she lowered her eyes to glance at the provided materials, Emily sensed an unfriendly gaze directed her way—Sara's. Sara stood not far away, dressed in a deep V-neck white blouse and fitted black pants. Her lips, painted a bold crimson, matched her striking eye makeup, lending her an air that was equal parts alluring and intimidating. The juxtaposition of these two women—each beautiful, yet so different in style—naturally drew attention from those nearby. Sara held a composed, professional smile, nodding towards Emily in greeting, her posture conveying respect. But beneath that polite façade, there was an edge—a cold, almost imperceptible sharpness hidden in her eyes.

This will be my nth time guiding but it always feels like a first for me. "Goodness Thalia, you are always late! you will not progress from the damp if you continue being like that!" Gab's greeting was always tormenting. "I ain't late. I'm fifteen minutes early!" I defended, showing him the from my screen. Gab just rolled his eyes at me, "Well, you're too early to forget to wear your contact lens. your weird eye is very visible." He commented instead pinpointing my other blue eye. I immediately faced the glass panel of La Sobelle's office and saw that Gab was right, I did forget to wear my contact lens. How shall I face them now with my look?

“As long as you have it on, nothing will happen to you. It’s your good luck charm. The old lady said that they are special beads.” Special beads? Please. It’s nothing but a clever business trick to lure foreigners into buying from her. I stared at it, the simple thing glowing against the hardness of my skin. “I’d rather you have it. So nothing happens to you.” Her lips curved, gentle and stubborn. “It’s made for you, Cassian. Can’t you see? The bead in the middle…it’s a C. Yours.” For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Then she retrieved a black pouch from her pocket, loosening the drawstrings. Inside, more beads spilled into her palm. “Do you want to make more with me?”

Leafing through the pages, I found the item I’d been eyeing: Lot 37 — a unique, hand-blown glass sculpture, gold-and-amber swirl, signed and rare. It wasn’t cheap, but it was beautiful. It would suit my home renovations perfectly. I glanced at Gabriel. He caught my eye and offered a small, encouraging nod. "You going for it?" he whispered. I offered a weak smile. "Maybe. If it doesn’t go too high." His eyes locked on mine. "I might just give you a hand. If you promise to never fall for Rowan’s charm again."

Gabriel sat across from Crystal, his sharp gaze piercing through her, making her feel uneasy. His eyes seemed to penetrate her soul, sending chills down her spine. Crystal's eyes darted to Fiona for help. Fiona, seeing the 'shiny' big shot, didn't dare offend him. She quickly wrapped an arm around Crystal's neck and said to Gabriel, "Big brother, let me introduce you to my friend, Crystal Jones. Crystal here owns a makeup company and wants to collaborate with your firm. Considering our good relationship, you're my brother, which makes you like a brother to her too. How about considering a partnership?"

Bling— A white ray of light appeared before Alex’s eyes. It awakened his blurred mind like a ray of hope. His spirit became high... The seemingly endless negativity turned from its strong presence to a slow retreat. “No, wait, what’s this?” Alex’s mind gradually became clear, seeing the true source of the white light. ‘Is that a planet... No, a woman... A goddess!’ ‘It’s... Shelly!’ “This bead is called the Starbound bead. It should be of some help to you, but I can’t do much about the demonic corrosion of the Blue Demonic Lotus. You have to go through this challenge with your own willpower!”