The Glass Wall Book Novels & Stories

Those who build walls are their own prisoners. Ursula K. Le Guin Piper woke slowly, in that hazy way one does on a winter weekend when one has snuggled deep into the blankets. Bright, clear sunlight bathed the room and bed in stark pale colors, washing everything out and making it feel surreal.

“It feels unbreathable.” “Come,” he said, leading me across the room to the tall floor-to-ceiling curtains covering one wall. I had assumed a solid wall sat behind them. He pressed a panel on the side, and the curtains glided apart with a quiet mechanical whisper. Glass. An entire wall of it. “Wow,” I breathed. My eyes widened despite everything still sitting heavy in my chest. I turned sharply and looked at him and his lips curved up a little. His fingers slid between mine as he guided me toward the far edge of the glass and pushed. A door opened into the night.

Forty-seven stories of glass and the man at the top of it and the ledger hidden inside its walls and everything that happens in the next hour determining what the rest of their lives look like. "Yes," she says. They went in and that was all.

At her left side there was a big glass wall giving the whole view of the bustling city outside and on her right side there was a big bookshelf containing some business books and files of his. Beside the bookshelf there was a door too which led to a room in which no one was allowed to go not even a single fly except him but she knew that room has a small balcony too comfortable for at least three to four people. On her left side there was a big comfortable L shaped couch too against the glass wall with a coffee table and a beautiful vase which she bought from Saudi Arabia at the start of this year.

Chapter 267: The Glass Dynasty Isang malupit at gumagapang na katotohanan ang sumasakal sa aking sinapupunan, isang lihim na hindi gawa sa laman at dugo kundi sa isinumpang sintetikong lason ng toreng ito. The empire we built from the ash of the old world was supposed to be our sanctuary, a kingdom of pristine glass and silent marble. But standing before the panoramic window of our new dynasty, I realized that the cage hadn't vanished—it had simply found a way to breed inside me.

The right and left of the narrow hallway were bookshelves. She stood staring at the wall and she saw it was not flat. There was a block from the wall that jutted inside. She pushed the wall, and it opened. She couldn't blink with admiration when she saw the glass book inside the wall. The book was so beautiful and old she had never seen such a book before. She then took the book and closed the wall. “Calista, I found you.” It startled her to hear someone speak softly to her from behind her, making her turn around, and she saw Vladimir standing not far from her with his eyes fixed on hers.

I reached the desk and touched the journal. The moment my ink-fingers touched the paper, the room changed. The red light vanished, replaced by a cold, clinical white. The girl’s bedroom walls didn't dissolve; they turned into **Glass**. Outside the glass, I saw thousands of people. They weren't "Shareholders" in gold suits. They were normal people. Teachers, students, parents, workers. They were all holding books. They were all reading. And they were all reading **Her**. "She's not the Reader," I realized, the horror dawning on me. "She’s a character too. She’s the 'Reader' in a story about someone who reads."

And then they saw the fence. It wasn’t a normal fence. It was smooth, white, and curved, about ten feet high. It seemed to glow faintly in the twilight. It stretched left and right through the trees, further than they could see. There was no gate. No sign. “The new Glass House,” Arthur whispered. “No walls. Just a border.” The red thread under Elena’s skin burned hot. The signal was screaming now. The source was just on the other side. “How do we get in?” Lucas said, eyeing the smooth, seamless wall.

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.