The Glass Wall Book Novels & Stories

We’re four stories above street level, so there’s not a lot of prying eyes anyway, but it’s pretty badass. Add to that the fact that the entire wall behind us is glass. Dark glass. People from the charity ball are walking past, oblivious to our presence. A woman stops and checks her lipstick just feet away from us, and never acts like she sees us. I realize that the other side of the glass is one of those ceiling-high, twenty-foot-long mirrors. We can see everybody inside the hotel, but they can’t see us. “How did you know this was here?” I marvel. “Because I put it there.”

The floor was cozily carpeted as well and the only thing that looked like it’d help my predicament was the tall wall opposite me which was completely made of see-through glass. I steadily walked towards it, dragging one of the chairs along. ‘That’s a bad idea, Arie.’ ‘Everything is a bad idea if I’m the one who suggested it.’ ‘Do you know how much trouble you’ll get in for this?’ I groaned, stopping at a good distance from the glass wall. ‘He’s already done the worst to me.’ ‘You don’t understand! Every freaking wolf in the packhouse will hear and they’ll come straight after you! Have you forgotten there’s a mighty wall up ahead? An obviously guarded wall!”

The room before them was enormous. The walls were lined with massive glass containment chambers. Inside each chamber were monsters. Lots of them. Some were pacing back and forth. Others repeatedly slammed their bodies against the glass while releasing deafening growls. The sounds were so loud that they seemed capable of shattering the entire room. Yet the glass remained completely intact. "It's reinforced," one of the group members said as he swallowed nervously. Unable to resist his curiosity, he cautiously reached out and touched one of the glass walls. The moment he did, a monster suddenly charged toward him.

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,

Kimberly P. O. V 'It was a big room. It looked like a library. Countless books were there on the shelves , I could not tell what they were about. There were a series of book shelves. The walls of the room were yellow. The wall opposite to me had a big stained glass window portrait made of different colored glasses. It was not clear in my vision but what I could make out of the blurry image was the portrait of a child.

If people on the right want to enter the left, they have to go out of the door and return to the glass room for testing,thisefore, when Ling saw Uncle Winston with a face full of creditors' expressions and a wet coat and trousers, and a little water dripping from his hair, he knew that Jane Hilton must have beaten the boss again. The house is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. The right side is completely transparent, and you can see clearly inside and outside, but the left side is unidirectional. That is to say, Winston Barrymore can see everything outside through the glass-security guards who patrol the past from time to time, maids who laugh in the garden from time to time, and the b

With the last book touched by my fingertips, I decided to leave for today and return tomorrow early, to browse properly this time. When I looked at the big glass window of the library, the moon was already up, giving a majestic glow into the room, multiplied by the glass as it gives that surreal feel when passing by. The ornaments laid out in the sofas and tables placed in front of the glass window glints by the moonlight, as if they’re gems and jewels. Even the little pieces of glass that stood like a little mountain by the table. ‘Wait, little piece of glasses?’

Chapter 77: The Glass Throne The wind howled through the shattered window. It carried the scent of the city and the faint metallic tang of blood. Victor stood by the jagged hole in the glass. He looked down at the street where Elder Silas had met his end. "He bounced," Victor said without emotion. He turned away from the view. He raised his hand toward the broken wall. The concrete floor rippled. A slab of stone rose up and filled the gap in the glass. It sealed the room against the wind. The silence returned instantly.

I went downstairs and came across an open space without a door. His “small” library was almost the size of my apartment! And it was absolutely beautiful. One entire wall was made of glass, offering a breathtaking view of the vineyards and the pool, the same one I could see from my bedroom. The remaining walls were covered with dark wooden bookshelves, each one subtly illuminated by small lights. Every shelf had its own literary genre, marked by small red plaques. In the center of the room stood an imposing mahogany desk with a leather chair.

Aaron We all have walls that we put up. Some are so high that it takes forever to break down. Some walls are made of ; glass , metal bricks , or the hardest one of them all titanium. I fell for an amazing woman in a short space of time... over a period of time to come think of it, and I love her unconditionally.