Glass Novels & Stories

Gabe's mother asked, noticing my fascination with the unique table setting. "It's beautiful," I replied, still studying the shimmering crystals. "I've never seen glass like this before." I reached for a pitcher of white wine, the light refracting through it like a prism, and poured myself some wine. "It's not glass," she corrected with a hint of pride. "It's compressed crystals. They're abundant in the southern islands." "Really? We have plenty of green and red gems, but blue is rare where I come from." I turned the glass in my hand, suddenly wondering if it was made from the same type of crystals

Quill muttered. Hawk crossed the room, rummaging through a storage bin until he found what he was looking for. He returned holding a large construction spotlight, flipping it on, and setting it near the window. The beam lit the floor in a sharp, brilliant glow. He grabbed a white tarp from the corner and spread it beneath the light.

The colors danced and shimmered, providing a stark contrast to the murky surroundings. Sable approached the window cautiously, her eyes tracing the intricate artwork. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, as if the stained-glass window held a hidden power waiting to be unleashed. She reached out and placed her palm against the cool glass, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be consumed by it. In that moment, the stained-glass window shimmered and pulsed with an otherworldly light. The glass seemed to come alive, swirling and shifting until it t

Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

POV Ruby "I can do this. I can do this. I HAVE to do this." I mumbled to myself as I wobbled out of my room. It was late or early, depending on your point of view. I had managed to send them all home a few minutes ago. Mom, Slivia and Cassy all wanted to spend the night but I had argued and Varg drove them home with promises that they would be back in a few hours. I knew that I had to be quick but I needed to see it. To be sure.

She replied anxiously, still standing at the same spot, far away from me. "I'm just here for a girl talk." I chuckled. I stood up and headed to her mini bar and took out a wine and observed it for a moment, then turned back to her and smiled. "I must say your taste has really improved. One of the benefits of rubbing on what doesn't belong to you. But be warned, everything that has an advantage comes with disadvantages." I chuckled again. I took out a glass and opened to wine. I took the first gulp then handed over to her, then it came to my conscious when she stood there disapprovingly watching as I hand over a glass of wine to

Either from a bottle or from any delicate sharp objects. Forgetting all the risks he couldn't take, he turned and immediately barged into Seb's room. Just like he predicted, he spotted Seb standing by a corner with bits of a broken glass cup spread all over the floor. "Seb!" Alex immediately rushed towards him, careful not to step on the bits of the broken glass. "Are you okay?" "Oh, look it's Blue!" he said then laughed out loud. "I'm fine. That cup just slipped out of my fingers."

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.

"I need more, please?" I lay her on her back and remove my boxers. I open the bedside table and take out a lubricant that will make her tingle without me having to do much. I squeeze a generous amount on two fingers and stick them inside her, making sure to coat her walls with it. I rub a little on her clit and her breathing hitches. Her eyes were hooded and darkened with arousal.

They are actually having this conversation as if I'm not there. Whatever, I don't care, I just need my fix. Liam hands me a small transparent packet containing what I can only guess to be exactly what I need right now. Coke. "Are we good now?" He asks insincerely. "Good." He says before I say anything. "Can you go now?" "Thanks!" I can barely contain my excitement. "Yeah yeah," he says dismissively. "Now go blow some shit you crazy bitch." Oh I plan on it, I'm going to get so fucked up tonight.