Glass Cage Book Novels & Stories

The bookshop. Fielding's. The name was in small gilt letters on the glass, the specific and understated typography of a place that had been there long enough to have stopped needing to announce itself. The window had books in it, arranged with the specific and considered casualness of a display that had been constructed to look like it had not been constructed, a few volumes face-out and a few spine-out and one open to a page that I had never read from this distance and was not now reading, because I was walking past in the specific and purposeful way I always walked past.

She’d sneak them back to the trunk in the morning. The book was old, with patterns engraved into the leather cover and there were burn marks around the edges, too. Like someone tried to burn the book. Gemma shook her head and tucked the brown leather book away in the spacious cavity. The ornate mirror was harder to handle because of its weight, and Gemma was more careful with it. But she wanted a closer look at it. Its frame looked like silver. Evan was correct. The mirror’s reflection was off. She could not see her own image in it. Gemma needed to concentrate and stare hard into the glass to make out anything.

Chapter 267: The Glass Dynasty Isang malupit at gumagapang na katotohanan ang sumasakal sa aking sinapupunan, isang lihim na hindi gawa sa laman at dugo kundi sa isinumpang sintetikong lason ng toreng ito. The empire we built from the ash of the old world was supposed to be our sanctuary, a kingdom of pristine glass and silent marble. But standing before the panoramic window of our new dynasty, I realized that the cage hadn't vanished—it had simply found a way to breed inside me.

We looked around, the walls were surrounded by different kind of books, which were definitely supernatural books. A particular book caught my eye, I looked at Crescent, I guess the book also intrigued him too. It was in a glass cover inside the wall, I touched the glass wanting to open it, but as I touched it electricity ran through me and I immediately retached. Crescent noticed that and he also touched the glass, he wasn't electrified like I was, the glass opened. He looked into my eyes and then he took out the book. The book was an ancient one from the looks, it had latin words and strange patterns written all over it.

And now, watching her stand there, he didn’t know if he would survive watching her choose someone else twice in one lifetime. The glass went before he could finish being certain. Raiyan's wine glass didn't just shatter; it surrendered. The stem snapped under the pressure. The sound was a miniature gunshot over the birthday music. Sam was there in a second. "Man—" "I'm fine," Raiyan said. His voice was a masterpiece of deception. Blood began to pool in his palm, dripping off the edge of the table and landing on the expensive carpet with a rhythmic, heavy thud. Zoya turned to look at him, her eyes found him immediately.

She failed to notice the obvious signs or read the room's reaction to the cigar glass. "She's probably just desperate for screen time," he muttered. After all, Aria was bidding on an item everyone had dismissed. The cigar glass was an enamelware piece decorated with a foreign figure wearing a top hat and holding a cane. Its design made it evident that the item was far from old. Melody chuckled. "Does anyone want to bid on the second item? Mr. Soller? Professor Meaux?" Dylan waved dismissively, amused and not willing to say anything more. Meanwhile, Hugh merely smiled politely.

I continued to walk in the alleyway as I slowly chanted myself to viciously accept the reality that I can't be nowhere caged into, but to this school. I tried to whisk my negative thoughts away so I focused my perceptions on the single card in my right hand- The Glass card. My hands trembled as I turned the card over, and I was transfixed by what I saw. A glass, sleek and black, with a glimmering silver trim. The image of the glass card seemed to fill my vision, captivating me with its glacial beauty. I could feel the weight of something dark and mysterious radiating from it, and I could sense that this card was no ordinary school ID.

It can’t be there. Gravel scrapes behind me. I curl my wings snugly against my back, gripping the fence tighter and looking around. I don’t need to see through the fog to know the maze of the tall stone buildings and metal roofs beyond the cobblestone yard behind me—but what moves through them is another story.

It went from surprise to astonishment, to disbelief, and finally speechlessness. In the end, Aldor told her that the glasses were made by a prestigious wine glass and decanter manufacturer in Dereland. The wine decanted by the wine glasses would taste extremely mellow. The foot of the glasses was even embedded with jewels. A single wine glass was priced near a million. As they entered, Felicity spotted Corbin immediately. Like a cat approaching its prey, Felicity darted over to him so quickly that Stella failed to stop her. "Keegan, Stella."

He chuckles and nods his head for me to follow. I start brushing my hair as I walk. Trying my best to rid myself of tangles and grimacing at the pain as some of them are being stubborn. I follow him into the living room and stop in my tracks. I didn’t take in my surroundings when I first got here. The far wall isn’t even a wall its all windows and the view is breathtaking. The city lights twinkle against the dark cloudless night sky. What really takes my breath away is the living room itself. There is a large Tv hung on one wall and opposite is a large sofa. It’s all very sophisticated. A glass coffee table sits between the two and he has been busy. How long was I in the shower? There are tw