Parting Glass Song Novels & Stories

Behind me, through the glass, I could hear the sound of everything falling apart. I turned my music up. Some gifts, you just have to return. THE END

I shook my head and took a deep breath while rubbing my chest. "Relax, Monika... Ryan loves you and nothing can separate you from him. Relax." I muttered and poured water into a glass from a jug. My hands were shivering. After drinking water, I extended my hand to keep it on the table, but it slipped from my hand. I closed my eyes when the loud smashing sound of glass hit my eardrums. It was like it was replicating my situation. I'm just shattered like that broken glass and everything is falling apart from my hand. Maybe I have moved on with Ryan, but past trauma still haunts me and is snatching my happiness. There is a fear in my heart that the house I built with Ryan is made of glass, whic

"The sun’s still shining in the big blue sky But it don’t mean nothing to me Oh, let the rain come down Let the wind blow through me I’m living in an empty room With all the windows smashed And I’ve got so little left to lose That it feels just like I’m walking on broken glass..." Annie Lennox’s classic “Walking On Broken Glass” played at a reasonably low volume throughout the restaurant as it’s staff bustled around, refilling drinks and dishing out appetizers. At Benjamin’s stern command, Josephine and Hunter untangled themselves from their Aunt and returned to their seats in preparation for dinner a few minutes prior- so she was that much more aware of Hollis’ prolonged absence. Just as th

I met his gaze, and in those eyes, I saw a flicker of disappointment, longing for the response he had hoped for. "I've got to go," I murmured, hastily opening the door to the suite and stepping inside. As I locked it behind me, I pressed my back against the solid wood, seeking solace in its support. I took a deep breath, willing my racing heartbeat to steady and my wolf's yearning to subside. I cannot let this powerful bond overpower me. Closing my eyes, I felt the pulsating presence of our connection, reminding me of the undeniable force that bound us together.

The last thing I saw, right after the sharp pain stabbed into the back of my neck, was the icy, emotionless face of my brother, Sean Lawson. When I regained consciousness, I found myself trapped inside a huge glass box. My hands and feet were bound so tightly that I could not move at all. "Sean, you know I have claustrophobia! Please let me out!" I kept screaming, my voice breaking as I begged. Sean did not even look at me. Instead, he gently wiped the tears from Wendy Roberts' eyes.

I walked up to the window and tapped on the glass moving my hand to tell him to roll it down. He looked at me petrified. “She means roll it down wyatt.” I heard Jay's voice in my mind and tried to ignore it. Wyatt? “Probably someone like us?” replied jen. I shook my head and smiled patiently at him. He shakily rolled down the window.

The car pulled out of the garage and into the evening. City lights smeared across the windows. People walked past cafés, laughing beneath umbrellas, carrying flowers, groceries, ordinary lives. Lives that didn’t know about wolves and lions and serpents. Lives where girls got to leave work, go home, feed stray cats, and sleep without being hunted. I watched it all disappear behind tinted glass. Marek sat beside me, silent as a grave. His hand rested on his thigh, close to mine but not touching. The distance between us felt deliberate now.

We both knew—once we stepped out, it would be a true farewell. I laid my hand over hers. She couldn't feel it, but I wanted to do it anyway. Jude smiled faintly. "Let's go." She tugged at the necklace around her neck. Dangling from its chain was a tiny glass vial—inside it, the remnants of my ashes. We walked down the beach, one behind the other. A smile lingered on her lips the whole way. I watched my body growing more transparent until we stopped beside a jagged reef.

I guess humans were also capable of loving beyond limits. “Shall we?” Frank asks, tearing his gaze away from his wife's retreating form. “The drinks are in my office.” Opening my mouth, I prepare to agree but stop as my phone begins to buzz in my pocket. “One moment,” I say apologetically, pulling it out. “I need to take this.” Nodding, Frank motions for me to go, allowing me to sneak outside and swipe the answer button. “What's up, Hans?” I ask the minute I'm out of earshot.

"Why did you break my glass, Winter Sloan?" Before I could explain, his grip tightened, cutting off my air. By the time Jared finally let go, I was gasping for breath. His actions erased any guilt I had felt inside. With a slight irritation, I said, "It's just a glass. Don't overreact. I'll just buy you a new one." Instead of calming down, he laughed at my words. "Buy me a new one? Can it ever compare to this? That glass was a gift from Naomi, the last thing she gave me before she died."