The Glass House Novels & Stories

The air inside feels strange. The place looks empty. Isang long sofa, single couch, at coffe table lang ang naririto. Tapos sa tapat ng coffee table ay ang kitchen na may isang malaking glass cabinet na puno ng maliit na glass jars sa left side. The cabin doesn’t have any room or something, walang mamahalin na vase or di kaya paintings na palaging present sa lahat ng bahay ng mga nobles. And the weirdest thing is that lahat ng side ng cabin ay may nakalagay na tag-iisang glass pane window.

I retracted my hand and continued walking along the corridor. Across the room and to the left was a glass-paned door that opened to a large garden. At the center of it is a glasshouse.I took careful steps down the corridor, following the paved cement that led to its center. If the garden outside boasts flowers and plants of different colors, inside the glasshouse, are what seem to be exotic-looking green foliage of various kinds. The garden must be a pretty sight in the daylight with its different colors. At this time of night, however, the scenery just feels off. The moonlight does its best to shed light on the glasshouse but the surrounding greenery obscures everything inside.

I then make my way out and watch as the door slowly shuts on its own without me still touching it. We quickly make our way into the mansion, and I am left feeding my eyes with magnificent beauty that continues to take My breath Away at every turn. I wonder what the hell keeps on motivating all these wealthy individuals to keep on creating beautiful houses like this that might seem the craziest to some people. The entire structure of the building is made of Glass all including the beautiful porcelain marbled floors. I don't know if to say they are tiles or glasses, but they are transparent, and I can notice some slight movement beneath.

She felt very small. Up ahead, she saw a house. But it did not look like a normal house. It was not made of wood. It was not made of bricks. It was made of black glass. The glass was dark and shiny. The house looked like a giant box of shadows sitting on the cliff. There were no trees around it. There were no flowers. There was only the black glass and the gray sky. People called this house "The Obsidian." It was a very expensive and a very scary place.

All in glass, mockingly reflecting my feeble confidence in front of me. I kept my gaze straight, steadying my breathing, my pulse hammering in my ears. Eyes unable to get off the towering floor-to-ceiling glass walls which exposed nothing about the mansion. What man builds this and calls it a home? This looks out worldly. Extravagant beyond reason. Rooms I believe will need a map to be located. The entrance glass door slid open without being touched, the servant without words gestured us in not bothering to spare even a less sophisticated look.

The car slows, and I open my eyes and there it is — the Glass House, all steel and glass slicing through Midtown sky. My stomach flips as I shove the cards into my purse and suck in a sharp breath, too late to run now. The door opens, and Alex is standing there with that faint smile he always gives when he knows I’m about to do something insane. “Good luck, miss.” I nod back, because words feel dangerous right now, and step out. The air changes the second I walk inside. The lobby hums with polished power, people in suits that cost more than some apartments, every heel clicking, every handshake screaming that they belong here.

A quiet hum filled the air — the sound of electricity running through the fence lines — and the gates began to open slowly, smoothly, revealing what lay beyond. Behind those gates stood his secret the place no one knew about. A mansion built from glass and dark wood, hidden deep in the wilderness. The outer walls were tall, laced with ivy and faint lights that glowed like fireflies in the mist. Every inch of the design spoke of isolation — a masterpiece meant to keep the world out and his demons in. The long driveway curved upward, lined with pine trees and small garden lights that flickered with each step of thunder's echo. The house itself shimmered faintly beneath the stormlight a giant g

I love the way they smell; Berries peaches and all. “This is the most gorgeous view I have ever seen I think out loud . That whole roof , walls and windows of the room was made from glass so I can see the sky , trees and other buildings perfectly from anywhere in the room. There is a small fireplace to the right. How come I never saw this side of the house from outside? I was have underestimated the size of this house.

NOELLE'S POV, We fly to a mountain far away from the main part of Liberum. The last mountains we fly past are abandoned. Gabriel takes me to a mountain covered in snow. On top of the mountain, there is a house made completely out of glass. The house is made like an upside-down bowl. Gabriel carries me inside the glasshouse.

I said as I grab hold of his nape and look at the place where we are. He is just silent as he continues walking up the stairs while I am just looking around. “Oh- my…” I utter as I gaze up to the nice house just in the middle of the forest. It is purely glass and so beautiful. It looks like it was just reconstructed seeing that new glass and is freshly painted in white and green. I look at Cole then observe how he really looks like. I tap his chest for him to put me down as I look at his whole face. I see his check turn red as he casually looks at the house then tried clearing his throat noticing that I am gazing up at his face.