The Glass House Novels & Stories

They had no idea the chess pieces had already left the board. The Sterling Glasshouse Estate was nothing short of a winter masterpiece. Nestled deep within a private valley surrounded by hundreds of acres of ancient pine forests, the estate featured a massive, multi-tiered Victorian conservatory made entirely of dark crafted iron and glass. Inside, the air was warm, rich, and fragrant with the scent of thousands of white winter peonies and pale pink roses that Jean-Paul had spent the morning styling and getting them ready for the main day. Arabella stood by the towering glass wall of the main conservatory, a soft cream cashmere shawl wrapped around her shoulders. Outside, the winter sun was

After hearing him out, Daniel and I decided to drive home overnight. Before we left, Great-Uncle Harold added that once the spirit-bound blood disappeared, she would suffer retaliation from the infant’s soul. As for what kind of retaliation, he didn’t say. By the time we reached home, it was already past midnight. Once inside, we turned on the lights and found the sculpture in the northwest corner of the living room. We used a power saw to cut it open. Sure enough, at the base of the sculpture was a transparent sealed vial.

Vivienne Laurent had learned long ago how to disappear in plain sight. She stood at the far end of the ballroom, beneath a crystal chandelier that glittered like a frozen constellation, holding a champagne flute she had no intention of drinking. The glass tower of Laurent International loomed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, its mirrored surface reflecting the city lights below. From a distance, she looked like exactly what she was supposed to be: a poised billionaire heiress, draped in silk, her dark hair swept into an elegant twist.

"A reminder." Footsteps approached. Lucian joined us, gaze unreadable. "Enjoying the evening?" Lila slipped her arm through his. "Immensly." I met his eyes. "I think." I said softly. "This house is built on glass." There was silence, until Lucian broke it with a smile, slow and dangerous. and said. "Be careful, Tesoro. Glass cuts both ways." They walked back in when suddenly a scream was heard. --------------------------------------------

The magic slammed against her teeth like it wanted out through her mouth as much as through the cracked windows. Hols. Her vision blurred. A pulse rolled through the penthouse. The remaining windows rattled. Somewhere, another pane cracked. The chandelier dropped half an inch and stuttered to a stop, as if held by an invisible hand. Then, slowly, the wave receded. Not back into her. Away. Like something tugged. Like the thing in the glass had been disappointed but not denied. Althea sagged. Her hands hit the floor. Glass dug in.

But this was a little weird for me because why would anyone in his right mind build a house made of glass in the woods with no protection whatsoever. What am I even saying, I know the one person that would build a glass house in the woods and he is standing in front of me....Damian. It was one of those houses where those on the inside can see what's going on outside whilst those on the outside can only see their reflection but it was quite small, looks like it was just made for one person..... For only Damian probably.

The house was about three floors tall. The exterior looked exquisite and Lia knew that the interior would not be any less. The house looked like what you would see at a resort. It was simply magnificent. Lia was escorted inside, which was far more beautiful than Lia imagined It would be. The house was filled with sunlight as the windows were made completely of glass. She wondered how it would look at night. She wouldn’t have guessed that Ryan would like things like this. But then she remembered his office which also had a huge glass window. It seems like Ryan liked the sunlight ,which was completely the opposite of what Lia had in mind for how his house would look like. She thought his house

The devil makes work for idle thumbs, it said. He left the room, the door closing at his heels, the incident with the glass and vibrating floors now forgotten as he made his way back to the bridge. Back in Melville’s quarters, the oppressive silence that came with an empty room was tainted with a small, yet insistent sound. On the desk, the glass began to shiver once more, the water within becoming infused with a green tint. Above the tumbler, the wooden plaque trembled with such vigour it beat against the confines of the display case. Without warning the lettering began to ooze black, viscous fluid. It pooled upon the velvet cushion where the plaque rested. The goo seeped into the material,

The entire floor was made of marble and the walls that held up the gate were made of mahogany wood. "Their home is beautiful." I muttered. "You should come here at night." Luke smiled. "It's even more beautiful then.' "Why is that?" I asked. "The house seems to glow and the blue color of the glass house radiates." He told me. "Oh, it's a glass house?" I asked. "Haven't you noticed?" He asked, and as if a thought just occurred to him, he looked me over. "You're short. I forgot." "Don't spoil the mood." I warned. "Drive faster, so I get a clearer view."

I stood staring at the beauty of the house with my mouth open, when I saw Mr Reluc's house I thought it was the best but seeing Edde's own sealed my tongue! The Mansion was a full glass house although a smudged glass that you could barely see what's going on inside, the lights from inside made the house look heavenly that I wondered what the interior would look like, looking at the corner of the Mansion instead of the regular flowers we would see flocking around houses to give it a natural glow Edde rather had carpet glass around giving the exterior a unique look. "Ma'am I will like to lead you in now, Mr Edde must be waiting" the chauffeur said snapping me out of my lost state as my cheeks