Glass House Novel Novels & Stories

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Zed almost killing someone. My chest ached. I must’ve fallen asleep. ************************* The car stopped. When I opened my eyes… I froze. Then my eyes widened. What I saw outside the window didn’t look like a house….it looked like a palace carved out of heaven. The entire mansion rose several stories high, all pure white and glass, glowing under the sun like something unreal. Wide stone steps led to giant doors. Tall windows reflected the sky so perfectly it felt like the house was drinking light.

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.

"You need to understand what this place is before we go inside." The greenhouse stood fifty yards from the main house, its shattered glass dome glittering like a broken crown in the storm. We ran through the downpour, Damien's coat flaring behind him like a dark wing. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and something sweetly rotten. Moonlight filtered through broken panes, casting jagged shadows across the ruins. My Louis Vuitton’s crunched over shards of glass and brittle leaves as I followed Damien deeper into the wreckage.

- Glass hit glass as Genevieve stepped through the doors that lead from the firm reception, and to the balcony that overlooked the city. The air was damp and smelt of spring - even thick and filled with a warmth she thought had left with the warmer seasons. She saw crowds of people before her, milling around the tables that decorated the space, fairy lights and lanterns strung over the beams that architecturally decorated the open sky above them - like fragments of a roof. Jasper caught sight of her out of the corner of his eye, his fingers wrapped around the cool glass of a beer as he laughed loudly at the words a friend of his had spoken.

he said. His steps turned towards the back of the mansion. The air there was filled with the scent of earth and wet leaves. When he arrived in front of a large glass building, he stopped. The greenhouse stood in the middle of the garden, its glass walls gleaming. Gilbert chuckled, his eyes reflecting the morning light that penetrated the dull glass. “It's crazy,” he muttered. “He made all this... for that woman?” He shook his head, between amusement and disgust. The greenhouse had been abandoned, but now it looked like an expensive tourist attraction.

Cesarevich Dimitri and I exited, sending thanks to the drivers, who nodded and pulled away. The greenhouse seemed to have a magical exterior with its transparent, polished glass, which was wet with snowfall. It towered above us, nearly reaching the dull sky, and I released a gasp when my hand touched the cold door. Nonetheless, I forced it open and walked in, immediately getting surrounding by the freshest air in the world.

I climbed down and went into the shop, Gabriel was right behind me, I knew because the girl my age in the counter sucked in breath and I didn't hear her release it. I walked to her and I smiled, wanting to tell her which flavour I wanted but she kept staring at Gabriel. I tapped the counter and her head whipped to my direction. “Hi, I'd like some ice cream please." *** I expected Gabriel to drive me to a hospital but instead, he took me to his glass palace.... Our glass palace. The first time I saw it was at night with unnatural lighting, but this time under the broad daylight, it glowed like a crystal. I gasped and I was amazed for the second time, it was the kind of things that would take

From above, the city appeared untouched, serene, timeless — but beneath that placid surface, Evelyn and Lucas knew, life had irrevocably shifted. They returned to the safe house, their refuge and anchor, carrying with them not only the remnants of Charlotte’s empire but the weight of survival, triumph, and the unspoken truth that nothing would ever be the same. Evelyn entered first, the chill of morning brushing her exposed skin, and immediately felt the pull of reflection. The room was simple, sparse, but it held their world: maps scrawled with strategic notations, burned remnants of Project Glass projections, and the quiet aura of hard-won victory.

She was devoid of freedom, always caged within mansion’s walls, tortured mentally. She had never seen such decor. The way the corners were all glass, infused with long aquariums with colourful fishes swimming and playing, other side was Eve’s garden. Tall, plants floating by the ceiling, as the wall was covered with green grass look like material. Instead of wood, the reception desk was also glass made. Lingering lights glimmering above the lively plants. The scene reminded her that money was a necessity.