Glass Cage Book Novels & Stories

Enclosed in glass walls, they offered a sense of transparency and openness. Emma confidently approached one of the glass doors, turning the handle and revealing a spacious room with two desks adorned with computers and files. One of the desks sat empty, while the other was occupied by a distinguished man dressed in a dark suit. As Georgina and Emma stepped inside, the man lifted his head from his desk, acknowledging their presence.

Darius picked up the parcel without any ounce of fear and tore it open. The first item he brought out was a small glass container containing water. Then he brought out a book, which I recognised. "The book of illusions," I muttered. Then the third item he brought out was also a small, glass container, containing sand in it. "This contains water, more precisely, rain water. As above, so below." He explained, "This book, the book of illusions which has the ability to suck anyone who opens it inside. Don't judge a book by its cover."

The air inside feels strange. The place looks empty. Isang long sofa, single couch, at coffe table lang ang naririto. Tapos sa tapat ng coffee table ay ang kitchen na may isang malaking glass cabinet na puno ng maliit na glass jars sa left side. The cabin doesn’t have any room or something, walang mamahalin na vase or di kaya paintings na palaging present sa lahat ng bahay ng mga nobles. And the weirdest thing is that lahat ng side ng cabin ay may nakalagay na tag-iisang glass pane window.

The guy from earlier took the book from my face revealing my swollen and red eyes. Tate Glassglow... was it? Tate smirked as he remarked tossing my book aside, "You're awfully a sight for sore eyes, aren't you?"

I smirked as I used my free hand to turn the water on. “But… the windows. People can see in.” Her eyes watched the three windows that looked out over the driveway and front of the villa. “No one can look in. One-way glass. We can look out, but no one can see in.” I assured her, pressing her naked body against the glass.

Glass dug in. Her breath tore out of her in uneven gasps. “Enough,” Ricardo said. It wasn’t a reprimand. It was a spell in the shape of a command. The lights flickered back on. The room looked like the aftermath of a storm. Glass glittered on every surface. Curtains flapped in the freezing wind. The once perfect windows were jagged teeth. A hairline crack ran up the wall like a lightning scar. Blood streaked the floor beneath Althea. Nerisa appeared at Ricardo’s shoulder, face white.

The light coming through a hundred years of the same glass. "It's right," he said. "Yeah." Eli lowered the glass carefully. "It's right." They were in the second-floor room with the afternoon light and the salvage glass and four weeks of proximity that had been building toward something neither of them had named. Noah was aware of the window frame behind him. He was aware of Eli three feet away wrapping the glass sheet carefully in the protective cloth it had come in. He was aware that he had driven here on his inventory Friday in forty-five minutes because he'd wanted to see the glass and because that was not the only reason.

(Author’s POV) . Out in the garden of a large mansion, there was a place of privacy. A place surrounded by greeneries and blossomed flowers. A luxurious scenery built for a rich family. In the middle of it all was a glasshouse constructed with panes of modern glasses that had allowed natural lights into the building. An antique structure that the Cage family was proud of. Surrounded by nature, the glasshouse was calming place to be and situated far away from the main building. A good place for a hideout from the public. Definitely a good place to hide someone.

She took the glass in one sip and passed it without making a gesture through the drink, which looked like liquid fire. “It's something I read in a book called “I fell in love with my guru”, From the title, I assumed it was a love novel, and in part it was, although it also had themes of self-help and spirituality. In one part, he explains that people are like magnets and that they attract things.” He filled the glasses again and looked at the bottle that was about to be empty.

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.