The Parting Glass Book Novels & Stories

“That’s impossible.” His eyes locked on hers, unreadable, but sharp enough to cut. “Then someone wants me to believe otherwise.” And with that, the glass between them shattered not in a burst, but in a slow, deadly crack that promised the next chapter would draw blood. .

Her knees are pulled to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, her spine curved as though she’s trying to disappear into herself. I’m fully dressed in my tailored suit, cufflinks, tie knotted to perfection, yet I still pause, taking a moment to enjoy the view of her bathed in morning light. She still believes the world might catch her like this, that someone in the skyscrapers across the way could spot the girl trapped in a glass cage. But I had these windows designed myself. One-way, bullet proof glass. Thick enough to drown out the city’s noise, but no one can see in. No one will ever see her naked, except me. When she’s like this; bare and vulnerable, her shoulders trembling from co

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

The white glass cracked, and the scent of the ocean,the smell of the beautiful room with the high windows,started to bleed through the fissures. The InBetween did not just shatter; it dissolved into the architecture of a sanctuary. The white glass of the void gave way to the soft, honeyed glow of a place that felt like the beginning of all things. The scent of ozone and rot was replaced by the smell of ancient books, rain-watered clover, and the salt of a distant sea.

Nico replied as a massive explosion rocked the floor beneath us and the windows shattered into a thousand pieces of glass. I looked at the Black Ledger sitting on the nightstand and I felt a cold surge of adrenaline because the calm was finally over and the storm had arrived, and I knew that the Widow had made her final move and now it was our turn to show her exactly what happens when you try to cage a Moretti.

"You are the 'Rot' in the library. You must be 'Excised' so that the Great Record can remain pure." Audrey stood on the bridge of her half-faded ship, her eyes burning with a silver-and-gold fire. "The library is 'Dead', Librarian. A book that is never read is just a stack of paper. A world that never changes is just a tomb. We didn't come to excise you. We came to 'Open-the-Windows'."

"You never owed me anything in the first place. I'm just very grateful to you." She had shown me that there was more to life than what I was used to. When we parted ways, Ingrid asked me if I had been doing well lately. I asked her in return, "What about you?" She answered with a smile, "Not too shabby. You?" I smiled too. "Better than ever before." … I booked the earliest flight out of Novington. To my surprise, Corbin somehow managed to find me right before I was about to board the plane.

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

chapter2： Winston Barrymore's sea view villa is divided into two spaces. On the right is the place whise nannies and servants live, and on the left is Winston Barrymore's own space. The left and right sides are separated by a door in the wall, which can only be used by people on the left to go to the right. 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.

’ they seemed to sneer. All except for Sara Terrence. To Lily it seemed her eyes were mirrors of her own world, those glorious blue orbs showed compassion, fear, pain, and most importantly of all to Lily's understanding. She could look at Sara, and see in her eyes that she knew exactly what kind of pain and torment she lived in. To her, they were the most beautiful things in the world.