Glass House Novel Novels & Stories

My wolf rose up sharp and still, not in anger, not in hunger. In warning. The greenhouse sat along the south wall, half-swallowed by ivy and always humid enough to fog the glass. I hated the place; it made me feel like prey, small, damp, tended. Today the fog was clearer than usual, the way air gets when a storm is deciding whether it cares about your roof. The door was unlatched. I slid inside. It was quiet. Not the quiet of rest, the quiet of a held breath. Leaves showed their bellies. Light braided itself through the glass bones above me. I took three steps. Four.

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Isaac set the glass down. —————————————- By two in the morning, the ice in his glass had completely melted. He hadn’t even touched the scotch. Raiyan sat quietly behind the desk in his dark study. The computer screens cast a cold, blue light on his face. On the left screen was the timeline for the factory case. On the right was the security report on her house in the Pacific Palisades. He had been staring at the layout of her house for forty-five minutes. He knew where the cameras were. He knew the gate structure. He knew she lived there all alone, fighting him entirely on her own two feet without asking her family for help.

CLAIRE The glass sits on my nightstand like an accusation I can't quite name. I've been staring at it for the better part of an hour, turning it over in my hands, watching the light catch the condensation on the outside. It's just water. It's just a glass. But nothing about this penthouse is ever just anything. Everything carries weight here—every gesture, every silence, every small, unexpected kindness that leaves me more confused than his coldness ever did.

Not knowing that the glass shoes has a curse. I moved the book page again. Whoever wear the glass shoes will have an ability to dance perfectly but will make her dance all day long until the one who wears it take the glass shoes off. I was about to move the page of the book I was reading when the car stopped running. "Hailey was here, are you alright?" Dr Charles Perelman suddenly asked me who is currently in the driver seat of the car where we are now. He stopped the car in front of an elegant Spanish Mediterranean mansion then look at me worriedly through the rare mirror. I deeply breathe some air to refresh my mood. I'm kinda nervous about what was happening right now.

Romy pov The air inside the main conservatory was a freezing maze of broken glass, hanging vines, and white winter snow. Outside, the loud roar of the vanguard battle had finally died down to a low rumble, but inside these glass walls, the silence was sharp and dangerous. The massive iron frames of the greenhouse had been twisted out of shape by stray mortar rounds, and millions of tiny glass shards covered the stone floorboards like a blanket of diamonds. I stepped through the ruins without making a single sound, my heavy leather combat boots finding the clear patches of dirt between the glass with absolute precision.

“Would you care to come and see it now, my lady?” “Lead the way.” I followed him out of the dark, imposing stone fortress and down to a secluded, high-walled corner of the massive estate grounds. When we rounded the final basalt pillar, my breath caught sharply in my throat. The greenhouse was magnificent. It was a soaring, elegant dome of reinforced bulletproof glass and dark wrought iron, perfectly positioned to catch the weak, freezing mountain sunlight. Inside, rows of rich, fertile soil beds, automated watering systems, and climate-controlled vents were already fully operational, designed to the exact, meticulous specifications I had demanded.

I was still shaking, but I felt stronger than I had all morning. "You don't understand," Caspian said. He walked to the window and looked at the trees. "My grandmother doesn't lose. If she can't buy the silence, she burns the witness." I looked at the silver briefcase through the window as the car disappeared. I had said no to a fortune. I had picked a man who was unmasking into a monster. And as the shadows of the trees grew longer, I realized that the Glass Cage was about to get a lot hotter.

Leo’s POV The Glass Chamber was my sanctuary, the one place in the entire mansion where silence obeyed me. The soft hum of the chandelier above cast pale gold reflections against the dark marble table, the smell of oak and old whiskey mixing with the faint burn of cigar smoke that never seemed to fade, no matter how many times the maids aired the room. I poured myself a drink, the amber liquid swirling lazily in the glass like it had all the time in the world, unlike me.

I walked towards the greenhouse, the door was ajar. "Strange" I thought to myself. As I walked into the room, it was empty. There was food on the table and a glass of wine. The food looked untouched except for a small piece that had been removed. I picked up the glass and put it to my nose, just as fast, I took it away from my nose.