Machine Gun Kelly Glass House Novels & Stories

The ashes of Club Eden still clung to the city like perfume and smoke, drifting in the night air, settling into the bones of those who had survived it, but power does not mourn, it rebuilds. By dusk the next evening, the Morreau crest shone once again above the iron gates of the old Glasshouse, a sprawling estate on the city’s edge that had once been a place of illicit gatherings and whispered truces. Tonight, it was something more dangerous: neutral ground, or so they’d all been told.

I walked gently downwards , my hands held onto the trigger of my gun ready to shoot if confronted by the enemy. As I walked closer the house became more visible. The house was made with wood and the roof made of Albestos. It looked like the shack of the serial killers in the horror movie ; WRONG TURN. I saw Zarvier's black SUV truck parked outside the shack, this confirmed my suspicion, yes, this is it.

My men tracked Clara to a place just outside the city limits—an old suburb swallowed by time, where cracked sidewalks met overgrown hedges, and the streetlights flickered like dying stars. But tucked behind the tree line, just past a winding dirt road, stood something entirely out of place. A glass bungalow, gleaming like a secret palace. Its walls shimmered beneath the moonlight, framed by tall, whispering pines. It was the kind of house that didn’t belong here. The kind of house built by someone who wanted to stay hidden, but comfortable. We didn’t bring backup. Just Diego and me. No army. No noise. Just a broken man with blood in his mouth, ready to claw his way through hell to bring her

It felt familiar in my palm, like a sin I’ve decided to keep. The floodlights outside hiccuped and steadied. The rain had given up hours ago; what hit the windows now was just stray water shaken off cypresses. The house took a deep breath, exhaled gunfire. We moved down the corridor. The house learned our footsteps and tried to keep up with our determination to win that round. At the turn by the solarium, glass exploded inward in a glittering sigh and a shadow vaulted the sill, rolled, rose. He wore black that consumed light and had a headset attached that gave orders. Elky fired at him once—silent, suppressed sound. The man in black folded like a broken garden chair.

Believing my eyes. "I'm very sure Madam." Mae sighed in front of me, tired and panicked as well. "We got a call to hurry down here first thing this morning and when we did several of the trucks were already at the gates. They made me sign delivery of custom glass panels, marble floorings, paint drums, lighting systems, sewing machines, fabric racks...everything you see here madam! They brought them all!" Her voice rang out, echoing, amidst the noise and buzzing of stuff getting moved around, workers everywhere. Busy.

I stood straight, backed in front of the window I had just destroyed, boots crunching the glass on the floor, gun held at chest level, right pinky finger squeezing the trigger so hard it lost feeling. Bullets sprayed the couch, turning it into a sad pile of cotton clumps, shattered the dining set, and drilled holes into the already crumbling walls. Some men had been unlucky enough to be caught in it and the others had taken cover. It was only a matter of time. No one was leaving this building alive. I placed on foot in front of the other, advancing into the house. I saw a head peek from the corner of what looked like the kitchen wall, his gun at chin level, wanting to take aim. I swiveled an

The glass shattered in a shower of noise that was barely covered by the rush of the waves. Before anyone could come, Michael pulled himself inside and landed with clumsy feet onto stone floors. Water lapped over the edge of the broken window, spilling into the room. He wouldn’t have long before someone noticed the broken window and knew there was an intruder in the packhouse. Without wasting time to wrap his hand or get more feeling into his cold muscles, he moved. He lifted the crystal from beneath his top and strode into the hall, watching its glow as he listened for the enemy and let his instincts take over.

Security cameras blinked silently at the corners, tracking every inch of movement. Carlos drove straight into the compound, punched in a code on a hidden keypad, and watched as the iron doors creaked open. Inside, the house was unassuming from the outside...painted a dull gray, with narrow windows, but the inside was a fortress. Thick concrete walls ran through every room. Metal bars reinforced the doorframes. Bulletproof glass sealed the windows. The kitchen was stocked floor to ceiling...canned food, sealed water packs, protein supplies. Backup generators sat humming in a hidden room.

"It is also covered with a glass." Hailey nodded again. And looking at it closely, the house did make some sense. She had been the one that had misjudged them. The many intersections weren't of windows, they were of glass walls and glass roofings. Even the fences had those little intersections. She'd never seen something like this before. The kids were geniuses. "Aunty," one of the kids said. Hailey didn't know which of them. Her eyes were on the tiny building. "Do you also live in a glass house?" The kid asked.

The officer watched me with in his eyes, i wouldn't let anyone see me this way, but i was at my lowest low, i might as well let him see. I realized the picture was taken infront of the house before it was burnt down, i squirmed my eyes to get every details of the house. The house is painted a light blue color with white trim around the windows and doors. The front door is painted a bright red color and has a brass doorknob and a small stained glass window above it. There are two windows on either side of the front door, each with white shutters.with a touch of whimsy provided by the bright red door and the stained glass window above it.