Glass House Novels & Stories

I invited her to go up, or to say she went up first after Via pointed the way to the attic. Our house is made of glass, from the doors to the windows and even the furniture. But not the ordinary glass you know. We cannot be seen from the outside, and the glass keeps the ray of the sun away from us. It is also equipped with cameras, automatic bullets and arrows that would fire when an intruder steps inside. "Where's the attic?" she asked when he reached the second floor. "Wow, never thought vampires love glass," she said excitedly as he looked at and touched every glass we passed.

Crystalline water spurted upwards into the blue sky and downward into the hollow space in fours in a straight line. Behind, there was an outdoor fire pit with unblemished white cushioned chairs for recreation as borders. In the fire pit, the Kirkgardes traded tired looking fire logs, lava rocks or wood with elegant well-polished reflective gray fireglass. Fireglasses are recycled glass polished to sin. They sparkle like soft diamonds as yellow flames stained with blue dance lightly on them. It had a fire and ice look that only added to it's beauty.

Tinted glass windows hid executives and workers going about their businesses. Far ahead, the bright October sun glinted off the glass walls of the WINSTON’S office complex where her office was located. Her smile broadened. She loved the sight of that building. It reminded her of all the feats hurdles she beat to accomplish success. 3D glass cutouts of the name EXQUISITE hung from the 7th floor.

I was still figuring that out when I heard his voice again. "Come, I'll show you around if you're up for it, Faye." I got up, enjoying his attention way too much to say no to the offer. I realised earlier on that I was in a glasshouse. The rooms were all large open spaces that translated into designs with large openings, full-height windows and sliding glass doors which brought the outdoors in.

The glass ceiling was adorned with hand-blown glass pendant lights, which looked like large fireflies illuminating the entire place. The glasshouse was slightly bigger than it looked like from outside. Green shrubs and short trees surrounded the walls to obscure the view from outside, providing complete privacy. There were serenity fountains on every corner, giving off a nice peaceful sound and adding to the relaxing ambience. In the middle of the house sat a huge white circle sectional sofa. It was big enough to be a bed. And Julianne thought it was a brilliant idea to lie there and gaze at the sky through the glass roof.

I’d killed a cactus once. We exited the office and took a short hallway until we reached the back of the house, where we entered what seemed to be a salon or sitting room of some sort with one wall made entirely of glass, facing the backyard. “One entrance into the conservatory where the roses are is through those doors right there.” I blinked at a set of French doors that led into what looked like a glass-domed corridor that connected to a greenhouse shaped like a massive gazebo. “Wow,” I breathed, stepping closer and needing to see more.

The plan was supposed to go according to plan, he even made them attack at the time as he spread rumors that he was going to hide his mate in another country, away from the supernatural world to keep her safe. All his plans can’t go to ruins, so he checked on James as he searched for his mate who was close. “Shattered the glass yet?”. He asks James who replied yes. Through the east gate, there was the garden which Marissa lived to frequent so much. However, that garden had a laminated glass roof that blocks about 99 percent of the sun’s UV rays and could be open or closed, when it was time to let the plants and flowers bathe in sunlight.

This house looked like a hotel to me because it was massive and most of the exterior was made of glass. The gates were made of gold and see through glass. The only reason a wealthy man would use a see through glass gate is reason number one: to show off his house and number two: because he is confident that the glass cannot be penetrated so he can show off his house without any worries. “Honey, don’t embarrass me,” Rick whispered in my ears as I recollected myself and realized I had been drooling at the house since we got there. “Oh sorry,” I said with flushed cheeks because I was slightly embarrassed. I tucked my hair behind my ears and looked down on my shoes shyly.

Abigail began to admire him even more. As they continued chatting, they arrived at the edge of a cliff and from a distance, they saw a row of glass rooms that resembled spheres. Each glass room was built on the rocks at the edge of the cliff, giving the impression of being suspended in the air. It was a very scenic sight. According to Xander, some unique cutting-edge techniques had been used in their construction. The glass rooms were absolutely safe, save for during a massive tsunami or an earthquake of magnitude eight or higher.

(Author’s POV) . Out in the garden of a large mansion, there was a place of privacy. A place surrounded by greeneries and blossomed flowers. A luxurious scenery built for a rich family. In the middle of it all was a glasshouse constructed with panes of modern glasses that had allowed natural lights into the building. An antique structure that the Cage family was proud of. Surrounded by nature, the glasshouse was calming place to be and situated far away from the main building. A good place for a hideout from the public. Definitely a good place to hide someone.