Glass House Novels & Stories

If I attacked the droid, Vane would pull the trigger instantly. *There has to be another way,* I pleaded in my mind. *Show me!* And then, I saw it. A tiny, hidden detail I had missed before. Beneath Vane’s desk lay the main fiber-optic conduit supplying power to the observation room's glass windows. The glass wasn't ordinary window glass—it was high-density smart-glass, held in place by an intense magnetic field. If the power conduit suffered a sudden voltage spike, the magnetic field would collapse, causing the massive glass panes to implode outward into the low-pressure atmosphere outside the tower.

He held her gaze for one long, breathless second, then stepped aside, letting her pass. Naomi walked back toward her kettlebells, her mind racing, her blood singing. She had spent five years under glass, a decorative object kept safe and entirely suffocated. Now, surrounded by iron and the smell of chalk, she felt the glass finally shatter. She was breathing real air, and for the first time, she was looking forward to the fire.

"Do you need us to call Ashton here, sweetie?" "Um no." I said, wiping a tear. "We- we broke up." The room became quiet. "Caleb," dad said. "Bring the shovel. We've got... some business to do." Caleb nodded. "Yeah, we do." And that, ladies and gentlemen, was how I gained a hatred for forest green eyes. But hey, I read somewhere that only 2% of the world's population had green eyes, so there might be a very little chance that I see another one again.

She was so excited that she spoke in a jumbled manner at the moment. "Whist!" Carwyn gently put his hand on Grainne's mouth, signaling her not to say anything. The small piece of land in the backyard has never been turned into a glass room, both the ceiling and four walls are high-grade transparent industrial glass, going inside and still seeing clearly outside. Looking up at the night sky seems to be reachable, the effect of glass makes the sky space no longer feel narrow and limited, but spreads out vastly, wide but also so close. Surrounded by two people.

NOELLE'S POV, We fly to a mountain far away from the main part of Liberum. The last mountains we fly past are abandoned. Gabriel takes me to a mountain covered in snow. On top of the mountain, there is a house made completely out of glass. The house is made like an upside-down bowl. Gabriel carries me inside the glasshouse.

[Xanthea] Opening the door of Raven’s car, I stepped out. Gasping, I gaped, transfixed at the Glass palace. The multistorey palace was made of transparent glass. Glass palace was especially built to keep all the vehicles owned by the triplet alphas.

--- Inside the Estate’s Glass Sunroom The moment they stepped inside, Ava’s gaze was drawn to the enormous, crystal-clear fish tanks. The estate’s glass sunroom was breathtaking—dozens of tanks lined the space, each filled with exotic seafood, from enormous king crabs to shimmering abalone, their movements slow and elegant under the glow of warm lighting. The scent of fresh saltwater lingered in the air, blending with the faint aroma of butter and citrus from a nearby cooking station.

Reese pulled a slim glass vial from his pocket and smeared the reader with a clear gel. “Borrowed this from a friend in Munich,” he said. “Tricks the scanner into thinking it’s just been used.” The light turned green. The door slid open with a hiss. --- Inside was a chamber straight out of Mara’s nightmares. Rows of black server towers hummed in dim blue light. Screens suspended from the ceiling streamed lines of shifting code, the characters warping in ways that made her eyes ache if she stared too long. And at the center, on a pedestal of glass, sat another cube.

I just drank the water, the coldness of it matching the ash-taste of the word husband. The House of Glass The Ho family’s private beach house was an architectural scream of "look at us." It was all glass, teak, and white volcanic stone, glowing like a lantern against the darkening Pacific. As we stepped onto the terrace, the air was already thick with the saccharine laughter of my sisters. Lily was glowing, her hand perpetually resting on her pregnant stomach as if it were a trophy. Bethany was draped in a neon pink chiffon that hurt to look at.

And then they saw the fence. It wasn’t a normal fence. It was smooth, white, and curved, about ten feet high. It seemed to glow faintly in the twilight. It stretched left and right through the trees, further than they could see. There was no gate. No sign. “The new Glass House,” Arthur whispered. “No walls. Just a border.” The red thread under Elena’s skin burned hot. The signal was screaming now. The source was just on the other side. “How do we get in?” Lucas said, eyeing the smooth, seamless wall.