Glass Hammer Bubbler Novels & Stories

The walls are lined with ornate wallpaper, and there are chandeliers hanging from the ceiling that cast a warm, golden glow throughout the room. As I approach the table, I notice the drinks - glasses of champagne that are bubbling and effervescent. The glasses themselves are crystal, and they catch the light in a dazzling display of colors. I can see the liquid inside, the pale golden hue of the champagne as it sparkles and dances in the glass.

underground. He didn't speak, but he held up a small, hand-written sign against the glass. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗦 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚. 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘. With a hiss of steam and a burst of amber bubbles, the thermal cutter sliced through the reinforced glass. The pressure differential began to pull them out, the bio-gel spilling into the cold, salt water of the Channel.

I lean against her fingers and close my eyes, letting the sensation calm me down. “Yeah, Baby. That's great. I'm glad you were able to work things out,” I smile back at her, then look at the goblet in her hand. I could have sworn it was a regular wine glass when I walked in...or was it a champagne flute... “Hey, could I get a sip of that? It looks delicious.” “Of course, Bronx. I hope you like it. They made it special for me,” she hands me the highball glass with a huge smile.

It was still early so I suggested we head for the hot tub. I asked, "Would anyone like some more brandy or a glass of wine?" Everyone chose a bit more of the brandy so while Kim, Jenna and Terri headed out to the hot tub, I stayed behind and poured four double jiggers of brandy which is approximately three ounces in each glass.

The glass didn’t shatter with a spectacular ring; it gave way with a dull, wet pop that felt horribly final. The heavy gold band of the Vane crest ring drove straight through the amber interface, the sharp edges of the crystalline display splintering beneath the raw force of my downswing. A violent cascade of blue sparks erupted from the ruined console, casting frantic, erratic shadows across the cedar-paneled walls of the library before the entire dashboard died, plunging the rear of the room into a deep, heavy dark.

I know dapping is not him intentionally wanting to touch her exposed boobs with his damned fingers and doing it with such intensity! If you didn’t know you would think he wanted to lick off the stain with his tongue! *Smash!* “Oh God!” the lady beside me jumped, fear in her eyes as she watched me. My hands, and then the dripping drink running from the smashed glass in my fist to the marble floors below. “Did you just… crush your glass?” I didn’t even give a response to that. My fury blazing eyes fixed on a now moving Serena as she headed in the direction of the restroom. Axel remaining at the delicacy table.

It might get my mind off of my Demon, and Eric… I was snapped from my thoughts when Jae held out a shot glass full of dark amber liquid. It was only seconds before a hint of cinnamon wafted through the air. This was Fireball. Jae clinked her glass to mine and with a twinkle in her brown eyes she tipped her head back and took the shot. I followed suit and had barely set my glass down before she was pouring another. Good, she needed to get absolutely smashed so I could escape this hell I found myself caught in.

He merely straightens the index finger to indicate he wants me to test the bubbly. I open my mouth to protest—how the hell would I know if it tastes right? Or if it’s been inappropriately stored at some point, which I’ve heard can taint the entire bottle. But Jameson’s gaze is fixed on me, and the sommelier follows his silent instruction and offers me the glass. It’s heavily weighted, stunning, capturing the glittery rays from the chandelier and the fire so that the cut design creates a prism of color that’s momentarily mesmerizing.

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.

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."