Glass Houses Novels & Stories

She was devoid of freedom, always caged within mansion’s walls, tortured mentally. She had never seen such decor. The way the corners were all glass, infused with long aquariums with colourful fishes swimming and playing, other side was Eve’s garden. Tall, plants floating by the ceiling, as the wall was covered with green grass look like material. Instead of wood, the reception desk was also glass made. Lingering lights glimmering above the lively plants. The scene reminded her that money was a necessity.

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.

“Dinner is served” I just stand there for a moment, trying to get the mess of feelings under control, fighting to stop the lust from sending signals south and make a tent of my pants. That would be way too embarrassing. Luckily I manage to stop myself and I follow him around the corner. A building made almost entirely from glass comes into view. . He opens a sliding door, showing me inside. An impressive greenhouse reveals itself. It is like being at some botanical garden. Here are flowers I didn’t even know existed. There is a faint sound of running water from a fountain nearby. And next to me is a peach tree, heavy with fruit.

Cynthia replied with a stiff smile then saw them shut the door hastily. Cynthia exhaled, it was long since she last spoke about her mother, she didn't even know when it was last. She stabilized her emotions and stood up then began walking around the room as she took in the beauty of the interior deco, inside, the space was minimalist chic, with gleaming glass and steel accents that reflect the light in a mesmerizing dance. The glass staircase, a sweeping curve of crystal clarity, ascends to the rooftop, where an outdoor oasis awaits. Every detail, from the glass-topped tables to the glass-encased fire pit, contributed to an atmosphere of refined luxury and sophistication. Cynthia couldn't ha

He is the total opposite of the goofball grinning beside me like he just hot-wired the Batmobile. Before us stood this sleek, three-story cube of mirrored smart glass that shifted automatically from crystal clear to pitch black. The whole mansion reflected the sky like a giant iPad, solar panels humming silently on the roof, LED veins pulsing electric blue along the edges. Damn… classic tech god vibes. Automated gates whispered open before us, and Damian gunned the Rolls onto the glass driveway. My stomach did a backflip and I quickly gripped the door handle as if my life depended on it, trying to play it cool.

I say, adjusting in my seat to start the car. The drive to the greenhouse is quiet, the silence between us heavy. When we arrive, Mr. Reid, the gardener, greets us warmly and leads us inside. The greenhouse is a serene oasis, filled with an array of flowers cultivated with care. The arched roof, with its silver shade, seems to shimmer in the sunlight, casting a warm glow over the space. As we step inside, Hermione's expression transforms from reserved to intrigued. Her eyes scan the surroundings, taking in the beauty of the greenhouse. She appears to appreciate the quaint environment, her curiosity getting the better of her.

The silence here was different, denser. “How far is it?” she asked, her voice hushed instinctively. “Close,” Rhys said. “Closer than it should be.” She didn’t ask what that meant. After several winding turns, the path spilled into a small glade sunken into the earth, ringed by stone and half swallowed statues. The centerpiece was a structure that made Sloane’s breath catch. A greenhouse. Or what used to be one. Its glass was shattered in places, overtaken by vines and moss, but the skeleton of iron and leaded panes still stood like the bones of a chapel. A few remaining panels caught the light with fractured grace, reflecting distorted images of the trees behind them.

[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.

She reached a glass door draped with thick, elegant curtains, pausing only to pull them aside before opening the door with care. Stepping through, I froze. Before me was the most stunning garden I had ever seen. It was housed in an expansive, enclosed glass structure, like a sanctuary hidden from the rest of the world. The space was bright, bathed in soft natural light that filtered through the crystal-clear glass above.

It doesn’t even look like it belongs here. Just past the fence, which is easily eight feet tall so I can’t see a thing over it, but I’m sure the top of this wonderful greenhouse can be seen by my guys and a normal sized wolf. It is a glass box framed by thick black metal supports. It probably looks like a giant spider from above with each and every wall glass or whatever clear material was used. In each pane I can see green leaves, like a rain forest is inside. The windows are streaked with water that collected from the air. It is probably the size of the room I called mine for a little while on the third floor, which is not to say it’s small, but it looks comfortable.