Glass House Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 122 Cassandra's POV The glass felt warm in my hand. The drink was a dull amber color. It caught the lamplight and turned it like honey. I took another slow sip, savoring the burn it left along my throat. I tried to steady the fluttering in my chest. Outside the window, the packhouse was alive with low voices and laughs from the Ravagers and maid. I was the only one that seemed miserable thanks to the glaring problem Gereal had created for me.

This house was too big, too silent, and too filled with memories that weren’t mine. “The glass room is at the back,” Xavier said quietly, breaking the silence. I only nodded. When we arrived, I nearly lost my breath. The room was beautiful in a way I couldn’t describe. Its walls were almost entirely glass, letting the morning sunlight stream in unhindered. Vines curled into the corners, flowers bloomed in soft colors, and a round table had been neatly set with a white cloth. There was warm bread, fruit, and steaming tea. I stood stiff at the doorway. “It feels like another world.”

003 AUGUST No one had been inside the Loz feliz glass mansion before. We only imagine how it was. It wasn't just big, it was offensively big. The kind of house that could make you feel poor even from a distance. The Uber dropped me at the front entrance. As I stepped out, I was faced with towering gates climbing into the sky. The gates gleamed under the sunlight. I came very early. You wouldn't come late to a one-thousand-dollar weekly paid job. But suddenly, my black tank top felt extravagant. Like I’d shown up at a funeral in a crop top.

Something sharper. The wall at the end of the alley fractured like glass struck by a hammer. A jagged line raced across brick and metal, shimmering in neon light. For a moment, Mara thought the building was going to collapse — but instead, the crack revealed something impossible. Beyond it was not brick or rebar but another street entirely. A perfect mirror of the one they stood in, only upside down. Rain fell upward. Cars floated like balloons, their headlights glowing in reverse. And there, walking calmly down the inverted sidewalk, was a woman with glowing eyes.

He needed to feel the earth. He walked out onto the terrace. The mist was rising. The valley was laid out in greens and browns. He could see the olive grove shining. That was the thing that would not burn. You can burn a house you can burn a book. The land remains. It waits. It takes the ash. Turns it into something Even as he looked at the scene he felt the world outside moving. The Tower of Glass was falling. In Nairobi glass was breaking sirens were sounding. People were running. The shards were coming. Some of them were coming here.

Noah No one prepared me for this. The garden of my father's mansion had been completely transformed. What was once a quiet, open stretch of trimmed hedges and stone paths now looked like something out of a high-society magazine. Miss Gina had outdone herself. Strings of warm fairy lights were draped carefully across the pergolas, their golden glow reflecting off crystal glassware arranged on tall cocktail tables. Lanterns lined the stone walkway, guiding guests through the space, while a soft instrumental band played somewhere near the fountain, their music blending into the low hum of conversations.

Cassandra POV. So Christian has gone and bought me a house, I mean a real damn mansion! This man must be pretty crazy. It is amazing; it is not like that ugly white shitty one his father has. The place has more glass windows that I have ever seen in my life, three floors of just glass. And while his silly ass carries me over his shoulder, I struggle to decide if I should stare at his ass or the place. But as soon as we step inside, he gently places me on the floor again. And, fück, the inside is even more spectacular than the outside.

Nearly the entire structure was made of transparent glass, revealing an interior filled with lush greenery and fresh flowers. How had she never known a place like this existed on the edge of the city center? And… it was rather surprising that a man like Lucas knew about it. “Is this… a greenhouse?” Auri murmured under her breath. Lucas glanced at her briefly. “A glasshouse restaurant.” They walked inside together. The scent of fresh leaves immediately filled the air. Sunlight streamed through the high glass ceiling, bathing the space in a warm, lively glow. Even though it was already past midday, the atmosphere inside felt pleasantly shaded—calm and soothing.

“Yeah, I don’t live like the others.” “You don’t” “You will see.” She wasn’t wrong. The gats weren’t anything new. My father had them and so had Elijah, but what was different was the house. Everything was glass, windows surrounded the entire building. It was only two floors, but it was wide. “Come on, let's find you something else to wear.” She lets out a little laugh as she glances at my outfit. “Anything else ma’am?” The driver asks and Mel tells him to take the rest of the night off.

She moved forward as indicated by him. “What I’d really like to show you is beyond that door.” He commented. Aries moved behind her as the rows were narrow. This side was kept up well. The glass and magic maintained regularly. Yes it was a natural greenhouse but they still had to find a way to keep warmth here. They did get into negative temperatures and the glass would leak heat. That was why portions were frosted and had inscriptions on it. He got several head nods from those working that he returned but his focus was more on Sybil.