Glass Hearts Novels & Stories

“A while ago, the Queen of Jewel, Jasmine Sundar, from Sixth Eye Jewelry spent thirty million on a necklace, Goddess’ Heart. It stole the headlines for days. Starting tomorrow, the Goddess’ Heart will be on display at Sixth Eye Jewelry’s Gundar Palace outlet. Limited slots available for the exhibition.” The two girls in the car were intrigued when they heard the announcement. They saw a picture of the Goddess’ Heart in the newspaper before. No woman could withstand the temptation of the Goddess’ Heart. “Kaze, you said you are holding a birthday party for Darcy right? Have you prepared the gift?” Miru teased, “Please don’t tell me you got her some meal vouchers, or it will be embarrassing. “I

Grips. The gold doesn't waver.

The Heart Armor of Glazed Glass was transparent as if it had been carved into a whole. As soon as the saber radiance hit it, a thin line was cut in the middle. The first few magic weapons of the same grade could not stop Caspian. How could the last piece of Glazed Heart Armor do it? But just as everyone thought that Dumb Fidas, who was in the Glazed Heart Armor, was also about to be split into two by Caspian's knife, a golden light suddenly seeped out from the crack in the armor. The golden light, with a sacred and majestic smell, suddenly leaned out.

Warm sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, falling gently onto the bride's white gown and casting a soft, golden glow. Luna held a bouquet of flowers, her eyes red with emotion as she gazed at the kind and gentle man before her. Horace held the microphone and began his heartfelt confession. "Lulu—no, honey. You might not believe this, but three years ago, I was a staunch believer in staying single. "But one day, your parents came to my office, wanting to invite me out for a meal. When I saw your mom's phone screen wallpaper, which was a picture of you, I thought I felt something scratch at my heart.

She went into the room and dressed up in an elegant long white gown that was sweeping the floor. Anita helped with choosing the golden high heels and Anya did a great job with the makeup she did for her. She layered her neck and hands with a thick powder that didn’t let the scar on them show. “Now, you are good to go.” Anya smiled. Mila wanted to stand up, and Anita kneeled down in front of her. “Please, Mila dear, behave yourself there. Act like someone that is trained with money. I know you are bound by poverty, but please mind yourself.” She disgraced her with her words. She was trying to plead with her, but she was used to stoning abusive words, and she couldn’t help.

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"Hazel eyes, please call me Batista while we're here. These people won't like the fact that I changed my name, they're not that forgiving." His eyes harden to shards but it's fleeting and his enigmatic smile flashes onto his face once again. He loops my hand in his and leads me out of the room. The walk outside is a blur as he takes me outside the house to a large gazebo decorated with sweet-smelling climbing roses and honeysuckle. The planting close to the gazebo is vivid with different types of plants. It is naturalistically arranged with flowers for their vibrant color and sweet scent.

I ask. Grace’s face is flushed. I feel bad because she’s forgotten her sunhat and gotten too much sun, probably because of me. That’s when I see her eyes rove over my bare chest and linger for a few breaths. Her color darkens and she looks away quickly, but not before I see that she’s sucking air through that mesmerizing little space between her gorgeous lips. Though she’s looking away, there’s a pulse visible in her throat thumping like the bass in Iggy Pop’s Lust for Life.

"How do you know what the glow means?" "Because mine does the same thing." Grace held up her own hand. Let it glow softly. "When I'm scared, I glow. When I'm angry, I crackle. When I'm happy, I just—shimmer. Like this." The glow became warm. Golden. Beautiful. Maya stared. "You're five years old." "You said that last night too." "It's still surprising." "I know." Grace stood. "Come downstairs. Reaper made real breakfast. Not burned this time."

The silence between us felt alive—breathing, watching. After what felt like hours, the tunnel opened into a vast chamber that stole the breath from my lungs. The Heart of the Gate. It floated in the center of the cavern, suspended above a pool of molten gold. It wasn’t a heart in the biological sense—it was a crystal sphere, cracked and glowing from within, veins of light running across its surface like fissures in glass. Every beat sent ripples through the air, distorting reality itself. Aaron whistled softly. “Well… damn.”