Glass House Novels & Stories

The fireplace crackled softly and the air conditioner was in medium making it the perfect room temperature. "The glass was made using the molecular infusion of glass and metal, majorly titanium making it break-resistant. So feel free to jump and walk around, you won't need to surrender your one year salary to get it fixed." He chuckled and sat on a brown couch. "Wow, you are filthy rich," I exclaimed and walked towards the pile of documents and began my search. After twenty minutes of precise and meticulous searching, I found it inside another document and shielding it from view. "Here you go Alex, you can do your boss thing now." I shrugged as I handed the file over and began taking my leav

Miss Susan held Winson in her arms, pointed to the west of the villa, and said, "Mr. Ferguson is in the glass room." There was an open-air balcony on the west side of the villa. The glasses were set up to shield the villa from the wind and rain. A comfortable seat was placed there. During the break, one could bask in the sun, drink tea, or drink coffee on a rainy day. When Jessica walked over, he saw Blake pouring wine for him.

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.

It didn't take him long to arrive at the smoking area that was completely empty, much to his relief since he wanted to be alone for a while. The wide area built with a combination of wood and glass gives a sense of relaxing, natural earthy feel, set outside in a direction where the wind frequently blows so it makes the people occupying feel quite refreshing even though it reeks of sweat and tobacco. Adler closed the glass door when he entered to lessen the noise of the busy road. He immediately set his butt down on the nearest bench, sitting on de cuatro and resting his back on the wooden wall. Sighing, he fished out his pack of cigarettes and lighter from his pocket, pressing the former on

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.

Yes, our bank should feel light so he can give us money. Right. Right. I put a kind smile on my face. “What about trees? It would be nice to have a shade-” “It will just block the sunlight. Then there will be no room for warmth and light.” He said before looking at the side of the entrance. I slightly open my mouth in disbelief. I followed his eyes and saw a house made of glass. There are no guards standing outside of it. And how much I try to see what’s inside of it, all I can see is darkness.

The tranquility within this enclosed haven offered a stark contrast to the controlled environment she had become accustomed to in Francisco's mansion. As she explored the glass house, Hazel marveled at the diversity of plant life. Exotic flowers in various hues adorned the space, creating a vibrant tapestry of colors. The sunlight filtered through the transparent walls, casting enchanting patterns on the ground. It was a sanctuary within the fortress, a place where nature and warmth seemed to hold dominion. With a momentary respite from surveillance, Hazel's mind began to churn with thoughts of potential strategies. She observed that the backyard and garden ar

“You don’t know what trap he’s setting. Don’t walk into it alone.” “I walked into Vincent’s world alone. I can survive Malachai.” “That’s what scares me,” he muttered. She walked past him, her heels clicking like a countdown. Midnight, House of Glass, Paris The House of Glass was a modern art installation located in the heart of the city, an angular, mirrored building with walls that reflected the night like shards of reality. The entire place shimmered under the moonlight. Grace entered through the side, her footsteps echoing on the pristine floors.

The clearing had a treehouse in the centre, probably the tower… even though I thought it too shabby to be a control tower. “Dont be silly. This is the control tower.” She replied pointing to a glass house in the middle of some short trees. “The glass is three inches thick so there is no fear of rogues here.” It was warm when we got inside… far better than the chilly woods on the outside. It had tech gadgets almost everywhere you turned to and a television was just opposite the door so that anyone who entered could watch what happened all around and I'm the deeper parts of the forest… on the border.

I wondered if the valcitate was still here. "So what is my punishment exactly?" I asked. "How many flowers do you think are in here?" I looked around the entire glass house. The spacious house made of glass had every one of its corners filled with different types of flowers and plants.There must be at least two hundred flowers. There were even some vine looking plants. "A hundred or more?" "Two hundred and fifty different species of flowers and plants are grown here." "Really?" I asked in awe. "But why have this place when you already have an open garden. It's also filled with many flowers."