The Parting Glass Book Novels & Stories

Clad in comfort and adorned with her cute glasses, she settled into a cozy reading nook, ready to lose herself in the world of literature. The storyline unfolded before her, transporting Veronica to a realm far removed from the complexities of her own life. The characters became her companions, their journeys offering a respite from the emotional turbulence that had recently dominated her thoughts. The glasses perched on her nose reflected the soft radiance of the lamp, creating a tranquil ambiance in the room.

As the man who dropped his walls to show her love in a way that was foreign to him? She didn’t know what she’d do then. That was the truth. The Glass Cats was tucked into a forgotten street downtown, half-lit by the glow of a broken neon martini sign and a flickering red bulb shaped like a cat’s tail. The windows were tinted, the doorway narrow. A dark and grubby bar nestled between strip clubs and late night karaoke bars. A place for secrets. For deals. For dangerous kinds of love and the worst of all, uncontrollable lust.

Hello! It's been pretty long, I know. I was not at all publishing and hardly worked on my other book (Babysitting my wife). I don't really have excuses. I couldn't spare some time to write while being completing my college. But I'm here with this note, because I have good news. This book is going to end soon. There are only 7 chapters left to finally end the second part of this book and it will declare the end of Clara's life story.

She was ignoring me. This was it. I retreated from the library, forcing myself to not look back at her frame as I left for my room. The moment my door closed, I felt the glass shatter within me. If it was evident then, it was concrete now. Isabella was leaving. I moved towards the hidden compartment I had, bringing the bottle of whiskey. The first glass I downed burnt my throat and stung my eyes. It was a good excuse for the tears that welled up.

" After hanging up, I stared out the window at the well-lit, bustling streets below. I was surrounded by skyscrapers, and beyond the glass laid the bright cityscape. I once believed that intellects were pure of heart, but it seemed some of them were vile and reaped pathetic ends. … On the day the project I had worked on launched its first line of products, I was invited to a celebratory dinner party back in the country. I dressed in a stylish cocktail dress and high heels for the event. Just as luck would have it, upon arriving at the venue, I ran into Jonathan by the entrance. The moment he saw me, surprise flickered in his eyes before it was swiftly replaced by a forlorn look. "What?" I as

With a snap, the pen drive broke into two. My eyes flew wide open. Even my breathing turned labored. “Alania, do you really think we’re so stupid that we didn’t notice that you set up those cameras? The pen drive is destroyed. You can’t sue us anymore.” Joy crossed her arms and cackled. Jeremy hugged her and shoved me. I stumbled and fell to the floor. Then, he threw a set of documents at me. “Alania, be sensible and sign the divorce agreement saying that you’ll agree to a clean divorce. Otherwise, I can’t promise that you’ll leave this place alive.”

“To control.” The room followed, glasses clinking, the sound bright but brittle, like the prelude to breaking glass. For a fleeting moment, the illusion held. They looked like rulers in command of an empire reborn, powerful, unbreakable, but outside the estate walls, a convoy of black cars waited in the dark, engines running, lights off, and within them, a woman in gold smiled behind the tinted glass. Evelyn Morreau lifted her own glass of wine and whispered to no one, “Let them drink to peace. I’ll serve the aftertaste.”

The magic slammed against her teeth like it wanted out through her mouth as much as through the cracked windows. Hols. Her vision blurred. A pulse rolled through the penthouse. The remaining windows rattled. Somewhere, another pane cracked. The chandelier dropped half an inch and stuttered to a stop, as if held by an invisible hand. Then, slowly, the wave receded. Not back into her. Away. Like something tugged. Like the thing in the glass had been disappointed but not denied. Althea sagged. Her hands hit the floor. Glass dug in.

Emma hadn't noticed she had stopped walking to admire the sculpture. At the end of the promenade stood something unexpected. Emma had not even noticed the glass partition at first. Except for the thin steel frame lining it's edges, the glass partition was almost invisible. It rose from the floor to the ceiling with no handles. The lighting in the gallery was brighter than that in the room that lay behind the glass, turning the other side into a pale blur. Emma caught her reflection in the mirror and behind her it looked as if the stone warrior was sneaking up to attack her. Diouf paused and withdrew a slim access card from his pocket.

" I did not turn back. I stepped out of the detention center. Outside, the sun was shining just right. I raised my hand to block it, like I was blocking out all those dark, damp memories. I left her and the past behind for good. … I bought a bunch of old books and newspapers. High school textbooks, math, physics, chemistry workbooks, and some really worn-out college textbooks. I knew my chance was coming. The SAT was waiting for me. In my previous life, I was lost. I was busy with Shirley's career and working hard for our home.