Glass Cage Book Novels & Stories

Not knowing that the glass shoes has a curse. I moved the book page again. Whoever wear the glass shoes will have an ability to dance perfectly but will make her dance all day long until the one who wears it take the glass shoes off. I was about to move the page of the book I was reading when the car stopped running. "Hailey was here, are you alright?" Dr Charles Perelman suddenly asked me who is currently in the driver seat of the car where we are now. He stopped the car in front of an elegant Spanish Mediterranean mansion then look at me worriedly through the rare mirror. I deeply breathe some air to refresh my mood. I'm kinda nervous about what was happening right now.

A fight was what he wanted and a fight was exactly what she would give him. * * * And so ends book one of 'That Girl In Glasses' Please stick around for book 2:) Stay beautiful. XO, CJ 💚

I’d not worn them since they’d died, terrified they’d break for good, but there wasn’t a chance in Hell I’d have left them back in Desert Oak. I took out a small stack of books and set them down on the woven rug beside me. “Books!” He shot over to his desk and rifled around in the mess there before pulling out a pair of glasses. “What have you brought with you?” I swallowed hard. Rather than answering, I tried to keep my voice light and teasing. It came out strangled. “You wear glasses?” He pulled a face. “Only for reading. Don’t tell anyone – only my Beta and Gamma know.”

This was their territory, after all. Finally, I spot rows of shelves in one of the open rooms. I cautiously make my way inside, and my jaw falls open at the sight of endless rows after rows of books. Not at all.No books. The shelves were filled with something like slices of glass. I pull one out and examine it. It was rectangular and clear. There was no marking or anything on it.

The dishes, plates, cups, mugs, glasses and whatever the kitchen items kept on the shelves were broken into pieces in the pursuit of the book of prophecy and Igikran. After turning the kitchen into chaos, the prophecy book then escaped from the kitchen and went to the top of the palace and thus forming many identical books. The books started looping around Igikran who was perplexed to found the right one. Though Igikran was confused, he did not want to accept his failure and with his sharp eyes, he found the exact book which possessed a red iris. The claws and beak of Igikran opened widely to catch the correct book. The book escaped from him but was caught by Nicoria.

The white glass cracked, and the scent of the ocean,the smell of the beautiful room with the high windows,started to bleed through the fissures. The InBetween did not just shatter; it dissolved into the architecture of a sanctuary. The white glass of the void gave way to the soft, honeyed glow of a place that felt like the beginning of all things. The scent of ozone and rot was replaced by the smell of ancient books, rain-watered clover, and the salt of a distant sea.

I had learned that anytimw I was doing what I was doing, a candle was as important as the book. I stared at the open page in Clara’s book, the ink glistening faintly as though it had just been written. For days, I’d been poring over that section, the one hidden between two glued pages. A spell for revelation, for sight beyond sight. It wasn’t written in full. That alone made it irresistible. I spoke the next line, slower this time, letting the sounds vibrate at the back of my throat. “Sanguis meus, oculi tui.” My blood, your eyes.

Chapter 122 Cassandra's POV The glass felt warm in my hand. The drink was a dull amber color. It caught the lamplight and turned it like honey. I took another slow sip, savoring the burn it left along my throat. I tried to steady the fluttering in my chest. Outside the window, the packhouse was alive with low voices and laughs from the Ravagers and maid. I was the only one that seemed miserable thanks to the glaring problem Gereal had created for me.

“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 .”

It was heavy, wrapped in obsidian-black paper with no insignia, no logo, and no indication of the designer. I didn't open it immediately. I paced the perimeter of the living area, the floor-to-ceiling windows showing a Seattle that felt different tonight—sharper, colder, more dangerous. In less than twenty-four hours, I would be walking into the Glass Pavilion. I would be walking into the center of a spiderweb, designed by Garrison Vance specifically to trap me and, by extension, Peter.