The Glass House Novels & Stories

I just drank the water, the coldness of it matching the ash-taste of the word husband. The House of Glass The Ho family’s private beach house was an architectural scream of "look at us." It was all glass, teak, and white volcanic stone, glowing like a lantern against the darkening Pacific. As we stepped onto the terrace, the air was already thick with the saccharine laughter of my sisters. Lily was glowing, her hand perpetually resting on her pregnant stomach as if it were a trophy. Bethany was draped in a neon pink chiffon that hurt to look at.

Cynthia replied with a stiff smile then saw them shut the door hastily. Cynthia exhaled, it was long since she last spoke about her mother, she didn't even know when it was last. She stabilized her emotions and stood up then began walking around the room as she took in the beauty of the interior deco, inside, the space was minimalist chic, with gleaming glass and steel accents that reflect the light in a mesmerizing dance. The glass staircase, a sweeping curve of crystal clarity, ascends to the rooftop, where an outdoor oasis awaits. Every detail, from the glass-topped tables to the glass-encased fire pit, contributed to an atmosphere of refined luxury and sophistication. Cynthia couldn't ha

What a joke. How did it all go so wrong? When did the walls start closing in? When did I become a woman holding her breath in her own home? Questions. They’re all I have now. They follow me everywhere. While I grasp at straws, desperate not to drown in this muddy water, afraid it’ll all come crashing down. Shattering — like glass. But maybe that’s all I’ve ever been. A glass. A glass wife. #MarriedButAlone #IMarriedACheater

I knew exactly where to go. After showering in the lukewarm morning water, I dressed up in a fine burgundy suits and headed out. I asked to be driven to the popular Erik Bonjour glass plants. It was the fanciest place to pick up the legendary glass plants. I knew flowers had a great spot in women's heart. Imagine getting a single rose magically encased in a glass house, showered with snowdrops. I knew she was going to love it. The mere thought of seeing her smile causes me to smile as I pointed at the rose glass on the display table.

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

It can’t be there. Gravel scrapes behind me. I curl my wings snugly against my back, gripping the fence tighter and looking around. I don’t need to see through the fog to know the maze of the tall stone buildings and metal roofs beyond the cobblestone yard behind me—but what moves through them is another story.

(Author’s POV) . Out in the garden of a large mansion, there was a place of privacy. A place surrounded by greeneries and blossomed flowers. A luxurious scenery built for a rich family. In the middle of it all was a glasshouse constructed with panes of modern glasses that had allowed natural lights into the building. An antique structure that the Cage family was proud of. Surrounded by nature, the glasshouse was calming place to be and situated far away from the main building. A good place for a hideout from the public. Definitely a good place to hide someone.

She'd hired a world-renowned architect to design a special parlor just for Natalie. It was a beautiful, grand glasshouse. The transparent glass roof was covered with lush, dark green branches. The branches reached from the floor to the top, adorned with clusters of round, delicate roses. The roses were white with a hint of pink. The petals overlapped with tinges of red and a touch of purple, clustered in groups of three or five. They excluded a rich fragrance. From afar, the entire glass parlor looked like a painting—elegant and surreal. It evoked admiration from the guests.

The protection level was a testament to Francisco's wariness and the formidable obstacles Hazel faced. So Hazel just kept calm herself and started walking toward the garden, but after going a bit she spotted there was a glass house as well. The warmth enveloped Hazel as she stepped into the glass house, grateful for the temporary escape from the watchful eyes of the security cameras. The tranquility within this enclosed haven offered a stark contrast to the controlled environment she had become accustomed to in Francisco's mansion.

She was so excited that she spoke in a jumbled manner at the moment. "Whist!" Carwyn gently put his hand on Grainne's mouth, signaling her not to say anything. The small piece of land in the backyard has never been turned into a glass room, both the ceiling and four walls are high-grade transparent industrial glass, going inside and still seeing clearly outside. Looking up at the night sky seems to be reachable, the effect of glass makes the sky space no longer feel narrow and limited, but spreads out vastly, wide but also so close. Surrounded by two people.