The Parting Glass Book Novels & Stories

Jason's POV Time seemed to stretch on forever. This was the first time I truly understood that feeling. With every passing moment, I felt a desperate urge to escape the life I once took pride in, praying for the ceremony to end. The resentment and longing I had bottled up for five years collided violently the instant Zayne announced Janice's death. My turbulent emotions reached their breaking point when I shattered my wine glass and abandoned the wedding banquet without a second thought. Freya's sobbing, my parents' scolding, the guests' whispering, and the waiters' panic created a chaotic scene behind me.

CLAIRE The glass sits on my nightstand like an accusation I can't quite name. I've been staring at it for the better part of an hour, turning it over in my hands, watching the light catch the condensation on the outside. It's just water. It's just a glass. But nothing about this penthouse is ever just anything. Everything carries weight here—every gesture, every silence, every small, unexpected kindness that leaves me more confused than his coldness ever did.

I could not see with my heart ripped from my chest, everything taken away from me. THIS IS THE END OF PART A. THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE A PROLOGUE FOR PART B OF THIS BOOK.

“I’ll take this.” “Great,” she responded with a smile. “Would you like your items gift-wrapped separately?” Natalie nodded with a small smile. “Yes, please.” While the associate disappeared to the counter, we drifted toward the back of the shop, where a glass case held a small collection of rare books. The lighting was softer there, reverent, like a chapel for people who loved paper and ink. “Oh,” I breathed, stopping short. Brandon glanced at me. “Uh-oh.”

*** CRASH! The next morning, the sound of shattering glass echoes through my chambers, sharp and unforgiving. I freeze mid-step, my fingers tightening around the spine of the book I was about to pick up before heading to my small library. The silence that follows is heavier than the destruction itself, thick with expectation. I turn my head and I see Casimir standing across the room, his golden eyes daring me to react. At his feet are shards of what was once a priceless heirloom–a delicate, crystal figurine of a wolf, gifted to me as a child–lie scattered across the marble floor.

Even again, like the last thirty seconds hadn’t happened, like the whole table hadn’t just watched something none of them would bring up directly for years. He walked out without looking back. Nobody spoke for a moment after the door closed. Isaac finally picked his glass back up. “Right,” he said. “Who wants another round.” Elena stood in the middle of her own party and looked at the door long after there was nothing left to see through it. She understood now what she’d spent years refusing to — he wasn’t hers, had never been hers, and there was no version of waiting or wanting that was going to change it.

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?’

Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get hold of this book, the spell it contained would surely help them contact Nadir in the Underworld and get the message across. - We have to find this book, at all costs.- Miguel was talking to himself as he searched the internet for places selling old books, especially on the subject of magic or esotericism. And he really did thought so - for Miguel was ready to get rid of all his savings, if only to get his hands on the book. Additionally, Nadir left behind not only her belongings and clothes, but also quite a lot of money earned while working at the bar. As it was all cash, Miguel gave

when she will see me in such clothes. Suddenly my eyes fell on the crystal heart dangling on a silver chain, the last gift from Johnathan. It was lying on the dressing table next to the desk. I must have left it there while unpacking my things. I picked up the necklace, twirling the heart in my fingers. The sunlight reflected beautifully in it, spreading all the colors of the rainbow on the other side like in a prism. As I looked at it, all the painful memories returned to me with redoubled strength and my heart ached so badly that tears sprang to my eyes immediately. Fortunately, I managed to quickly shake myself out of this state, clenched the necklace in my hand, opened one of the drawers

In one swift move, he brought the rod down on the glass, aiming for the crack Xenos had caused earlier. The crack deepened and several small cracks formed all over the glass box, spreading out like fine lines of cobweb. The glass pieces fell away, crumbling like powder and the dark book was free of its cage. But as soon as that happened, the winds that had been howling stopped abruptly. It was as if somebody suddenly turned off a switch and the winds stopped flowing. We all looked at each other curiously as Xenos slowly peered at the book. “Nobody moves” He ordered when he saw us taking a step forward to approach him.