Novel & Cerita Glass House Novel

I don’t think there is a single brick in place—it’s all glass, and it glows as the harsh sunlight of Las Vegas pours over it. “Oh my God,” I whisper under my breath. “This is insane,” I say, turning to Michael. “An ocean and a glass house? This is so perfect!” “Is it?” Michael grins at me as if he’s been waiting for this exact reaction. “Are you even asking?” I roll my eyes playfully, staring out the window so much I don’t even realize when the car slows to a stop. “I swear, whoever lives there is so lucky.” “Really?” Michael asks.

Vivienne’s eyes opened. “And Margaux hated that place.” “Why?” Vivienne hesitated. Because she remembered something else now. Something small. But strange. “She never went inside that cabin.” Daniel frowned. “Never?” Vivienne shook her head. “She wouldn’t even look at it.” Marcus leaned back in his seat. “Okay, now I’m officially intrigued.” The SUV slowed as they approached Daniel’s building downtown. The tall glass tower rose into the night sky like a quiet fortress. Security lights glowed softly along the entrance.

Glass dug in. Her breath tore out of her in uneven gasps. “Enough,” Ricardo said. It wasn’t a reprimand. It was a spell in the shape of a command. The lights flickered back on. The room looked like the aftermath of a storm. Glass glittered on every surface. Curtains flapped in the freezing wind. The once perfect windows were jagged teeth. A hairline crack ran up the wall like a lightning scar. Blood streaked the floor beneath Althea. Nerisa appeared at Ricardo’s shoulder, face white.

The glasshouse loomed above her, its grimy, broken panes of windows and sprays of ivy climbing up onto the rooftop. Leya crossed the creaking sill and stepped in, wet earth and rotting leaves stuffy with their acrid smell. Grime-covered windows let in the moonlight in threads that interbraided bony fingers of darkness on stone. She knelt alongside overturned potting shelves, book open across her lap. She leaned over in front of the torn piece of paper and the words thereon, following the tear in the paper with her finger. What did Samuel attempt to tell them? Something they do not understand.

I could not even pick up something as small as a lighter. Despair closed in around me. I curled up in the corner, my vision blurring as consciousness slowly slipped away. Just as I was about to pass out, the door suddenly swung open. A greasy-looking man in his forties walked in, his beer belly leading the way. His eyes crawled over me with a sickening grin. I shrank back, my voice shaking. "Who are you?" He chuckled, the sound making my skin crawl. "That doesn't matter. What matters is your dear cousin paid me a nice sum to take good care of you. She said Mr. Lawson doesn't care about you anymore, so I can do whatever I want."

“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 air in the Glass House wasn’t air anymore. It was a held breath. A scream waiting to happen. The high, electronic shriek of the self-destruct countdown wasn’t just a sound it was a feeling, a buzzing in Elena’s teeth, in the roots of her hair. Outside, the Committee’s floodlights turned the night into a harsh, white noon, making the broken glass from the library glitter like a field of ice. Mrs. Gable’s voice, huge and distorted by the megaphone, beat against the house.

Grayson’s POV I stood by the glass wall in my bedroom with a mug of hot coffee in my hands. I watched the pack house grounds below. From my view, everything looked perfect. Just how I liked it. The early sun stretched across the courtyard, lighting up the stone paths and trimmed hedges. Wolves moved about in small clusters, their conversations muted by the thick glass separating me from the world outside. And then I saw Clara and Serafine. They seemed to be coming to my quarters but had stopped mid-way due to their ongoing conversation.

Glass stained red and hues of green staring back at Clay in the form of a delicate rose. "Oh just head on in, I'll be back in a minute with the gift for your father." Clay opened his mouth to question the man, but as he turned, James was already gone. Empty air grasping at where the chairman's presence was just welcomed. The door pulled open with a startlingly loud creak, and Clay's body grew stiff in the doorway. With fingers still pressed firmly around the handle, the brunette cast his gaze over the room filled to the brim with flourishing green leaves and sparks of color. Everywhere he looked- even in the dark shadows of the area-life brimmed in the tall fortress of plants held alive with

she askes me as she closes her book. “It really was. This glass” I say tapping it with my knuckles “Is shatter proof. When she first came here she was just starting to come into her abilities and lets just say I had to replace almost all the glass in the house after she had an episode and shattered it” a smile tugs on my lips when I think back to that day and how vulnerable she was.