Novel & Cerita The Glass Wall Book

Inside was a crowd of people who were also there to take the recruitment test. "Wow, I didn't expect there to be so many people who wish to join the ranks of the Wall guards," said Timothy Black. As they were walking inside, there were a couple of people who stood out. "It seems there are quite a few people here who are somewhat excellent. I can feel their power from here." Timothy said. Pulte then answered, "If they were truly strong, they wouldn't have it out in the open." Timothy was both surprised and amazed by how Pulte answered.

He stared intently at my face; the contempt and disdain in his eyes was long replaced by shock and disbelief. Just then, the doctor walked in holding an autopsy report, his tone tinged with regret. “This is Carol’s autopsy report. “Her chest cavity was pierced by glass shards, directly rupturing her heart. “The wound appeared minor on the surface, but the damage was severe, leading to massive post-injury bleeding. “If she had received timely medical attention, she could have survived. What a pity...” “Heart... pierced...” Mom murmured these words repeatedly, her legs giving way as she nearly collapsed.

I spent the rest of the day in my room, and by night the packhouse was silent around me. I stood by the window, the same window Julius once found words burned across. Now the glass was clean. At least it looked that way. Outside, the world breathed slow. Inside, my reflection watched me too closely. I leaned nearer. It leaned back, but a beat late. “Stop,” I whispered. It smiled. In my own voice it said, He’s not the only one watching. A hairline crack split the glass from top to bottom, thin as lightning. I stumbled back, pressing my hand to the mark that had begun to pulse again.

Grayson’s POV I stood by the glass wall in my bedroom with a mug of hot coffee in my hands. I watched the pack house grounds below. From my view, everything looked perfect. Just how I liked it. The early sun stretched across the courtyard, lighting up the stone paths and trimmed hedges. Wolves moved about in small clusters, their conversations muted by the thick glass separating me from the world outside. And then I saw Clara and Serafine. They seemed to be coming to my quarters but had stopped mid-way due to their ongoing conversation.

He just turned to his guards and said, "Turn on the glass wall blindfold.” A low, ominous hum filled the air as the tall, transparent glass walls surrounding my office began to darken. It was a special kind of electrochromic glass that could go from clear to opaque at the flip of a switch, a feature designed for private meetings, to shield sensitive documents and conversations from prying eyes. But this wasn’t about privacy. This was a message. This was a public display of power. The staff outside, who had been murmuring and watching, were now completely cut off from me. I was alone with a man who had the power to make me disappear with a single word.

she askes me as she closes her book. “It really was. This glass” I say tapping it with my knuckles “Is shatter proof. When she first came here she was just starting to come into her abilities and lets just say I had to replace almost all the glass in the house after she had an episode and shattered it” a smile tugs on my lips when I think back to that day and how vulnerable she was.

I heard an old voice say I moved slowly and moaned softly until I could no longer hear A noise in the Place The only thing I feel is the warm breath touching my neck and the soft lips touching the skin of my neck A few seconds again until I completely fall asleep again ________ I'm looking at the big Glass Wall in amazement while continuing to sip the ice tea I'm holding. I know I've been seeing it for a long time when I was working here as Klyde's Secretary but I've never tried to get this close to the glass wall here because I'm afraid that the glass might break after I fall, so I'm already shocked, but now that I'm so close, I can't stop myself from being amazed, especially when I look do

This house was too big, too silent, and too filled with memories that weren’t mine. “The glass room is at the back,” Xavier said quietly, breaking the silence. I only nodded. When we arrived, I nearly lost my breath. The room was beautiful in a way I couldn’t describe. Its walls were almost entirely glass, letting the morning sunlight stream in unhindered. Vines curled into the corners, flowers bloomed in soft colors, and a round table had been neatly set with a white cloth. There was warm bread, fruit, and steaming tea. I stood stiff at the doorway. “It feels like another world.”

I starred at it before my body decided that it would be a good idea to place my hand in his. He smirked again and I blushed before averting my gaze away from his. He led me down the hallway, up a flight of stairs which was concealed right in the corner, by pieces of silk cloth. Once we made it up I was left in absolute awe at the room before me. It was a giant study with large bookshelves decorating every wall except for one. This wall was made entirely of glass. There was a large desk and chair placed right next to it, allowing whoever sat there to oversee the beautiful gardens outside. The glass wall also let light flood into the room, illuminating the whole place and allowing the golden c

She closed her eyes and let the music lead. And just like that, the walls she had so carefully built began to shift. Visions flared. A house with blue curtains. Hands clapping after a recital. Then flames. Walls melting. Screams muffled behind closed doors. A child’s voice crying for help. She missed a note. Another. Then stopped altogether. Tears welled. Hot, unforgiving. She pressed her palms to her eyes. It hurts God, it hurts. The remembering. --- Outside the glass room, Adrien waited.