The Glass House Novels & Stories

After five-minutes, the car screeched in front of a tall glass house which was everything anyone would ever want to have in their home from exterior to interior but making something as exciting as that with normal income wasn’t certainly easy. But Simone taken upon herself to do the inevitable and her glass house was one amongst those possessions which she loved more than any thing in the world. Decorated with most fine art of designs that were collected from across the globe Simone loved to call her home as, “A Bad Vixen’s Abode.” It was indirectly taunting to her own self that indeed she was as cunning as a fox but at the same time a sexy woman of her world. She threw the keys at Shanzy as

Romy pov The air inside the main conservatory was a freezing maze of broken glass, hanging vines, and white winter snow. Outside, the loud roar of the vanguard battle had finally died down to a low rumble, but inside these glass walls, the silence was sharp and dangerous. The massive iron frames of the greenhouse had been twisted out of shape by stray mortar rounds, and millions of tiny glass shards covered the stone floorboards like a blanket of diamonds. I stepped through the ruins without making a single sound, my heavy leather combat boots finding the clear patches of dirt between the glass with absolute precision.

she asked. “She did,” Geo replied. “With a little persuasion from you, I’m sure,” she added, “You couldn’t control yourself, I see. That’s not going to go over well.” Geo chuckled, but said nothing as he lowered himself into a chair that was strategically placed near a large window that consisted of glass made with the latest technology our hard-working scientists came up with to combat the remnants of pollution left from the great war. It filtered the harmful rays of the sun as the morning light flooded the room. My grandmother’s enormous greenhouse was made of the same glass since certain plants were still not hardy enough to tolerate the sun’s direct rays.

When he saw mummy girl, he nodded and logged me as well. Before I leave, I asked him where the mummy girl's house was, and he said it was the one with the largest house in the entire subdivision, which is mostly made of glass. I say my goodbyes and slowly make my way forward, looking for a house that matches his description. Then I see it. I come to a halt in front of a glass mansion. Only the white columns and the colored maroon roof of their house were not made of glass. It was heavily tinted, and nothing was visible from the outside.

I opened the door just a few inches and saw a small cardboard box sitting on the carpet with no name and no return address, so I pulled it inside and opened the lid while the others crowded around me to see what was inside. Resting on a bed of white tissue paper was a single rose made of delicate glass and the stem was broken in half so it looked dead and jagged, and I knew immediately that it was a message from Elena Romano because that rose was the symbol of the investment firm we had burned down in Berlin.

The glass ceiling was adorned with hand-blown glass pendant lights, which looked like large fireflies illuminating the entire place. The glasshouse was slightly bigger than it looked like from outside. Green shrubs and short trees surrounded the walls to obscure the view from outside, providing complete privacy. There were serenity fountains on every corner, giving off a nice peaceful sound and adding to the relaxing ambience. In the middle of the house sat a huge white circle sectional sofa. It was big enough to be a bed. And Julianne thought it was a brilliant idea to lie there and gaze at the sky through the glass roof.

“Whoa…” Ji-ho gasped as stared at Min-a's family house. It was literally a glass house, every wall had a next alternating window for the wall. The glass walls were tinted dark so you could barely tell the difference, especially at night. “I swear it is even bigger than I remembered…” She added, looking at the fountain sitting in the middle, giving it a weird look. “So like, what is the special thing about this house? Is there a secret passage to some underground secret lair? Or do you have those garage door flip thing that turns into-”

Michelle thought that Ethan had rented it for a few days, but it turned out that they owned the place. "You own this?" Michelle looked at Ethan with her widened eyes. "We own this," Ethan said, correcting her. Her eyes feasted on the alluring interior design of the glass house. Whoever the engineer was who did such a project did a great job. Black and brown paint, furniture, and designs filled the entire house, with vast glass windows as walls. There was a jacuzzi outside and a balcony where they could check out the night view of London. After having their super late lunch, Michelle took a bath and wore her pajamas. She was about to go to bed, but the amazing

"I am not a piece of evidence, Alexander. And I am not a proxy. If he wants me, he has to step over the ruins of everything you built." Outside, the crunch of gravel signaled the arrival. Three black SUVs had breached the perimeter. No sirens. No shouting. Just the clinical silence of professional killers. "The mirrors," Elena whispered, looking at the vibrating glass walls. "You said the house was built to conduct data. Can it conduct... a distraction?" Alexander’s eyes snapped to hers, a flash of dark brilliance crossing his face. "Rule Sixteen: In a house of glass, the light is your only ally."

“He was looking for someone who wouldn't break under the weight of his daughter. He found him.” “And the ranch?” Greg asked, his thoughts turning to the house they had seen in the hills. “The deeds were signed this morning,” Amber smiled, looking up at him. “Tomorrow, we start building our own home. One with plenty of room for the boys, and no room for secrets.” As the celebration continued in the distance, Greg led Amber toward the secluded "Glass Pavilion" at the far end of the estate, which had been prepared for their wedding night. It was a structure of cedar and floor-to-ceiling glass, tucked away behind a grove of ancient oaks.