The Parting Glass Book Novels & Stories

The cube wanted out. Bullets stopped. Silence fell, thick and unnatural. Then footsteps echoed. The woman stepped into the half-light, flanked by two operatives in matte-black armor. Her eyes glowed faintly, not with tech but something older, colder. She smiled at Mara like greeting an old friend. “You’ve seen it, haven’t you?” the woman said softly. “The fractures. The truth between the glass. That’s the shadow reaching for you.” Mara’s chest heaved. “What do you want from me?”

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"

"Nevan? Come... come closer... I can't see you..." "I can't, precious," Nevan said. I looked through the blurry haze of my fading vision. I saw the silhouette of a man on the other side of the glass. He was standing in the shadows, his face obscured, but I could see the way he was leaning against the partition. I could see the black veins on his hands. "The doctor... he told me," I whispered, the tears of grey light falling down my face. "He told me what you did. Nevan, why? Why would you choose a life of glass?"

In his mind, I had really left him for Anthony. Memories swamped him, washing away his last shred of sense. He stumbled to the fridge and emptied every bottle. Drunk, he called out for me. "Isabella." However, the hand that used to clink glasses with his was gone for good. By sunrise, he was frantically dialing up his old business partners. "I'm sorry. Maybe we can work together some other time. We're getting the same stuff, but another family's giving us a better deal by thirty percent. You get it, right?"

But near the bottom, wrapped in wax paper, lay something stranger. A book. No spine. No title. Pages brittle with age, browned at the edges. She pulled it out slowly, brushing off dust. One corner had been nibbled by time or mice but the contents were still intact. She opened the first page. “Once, far beyond the veil of true sight, there lived a widow in a house made entirely of glass. Every day she watched others… but no one ever saw her watching.” Isolde blinked. She knew this story.

_My world is very noisy, almost dragging on death._Grace Manninhattan Prang! Shards of glass were scattered on the floor of the room, an empty glass without water ended sadly because of Mr. Flip's uncontrollable anger. Eyes fixed on the young man with his head lowered.

Odd things that reminded me of a voodoo parlor. I didn’t touch any of those. No, what drew me in was a book at the far end. It was almost as if the book itself was calling my name, leading me towards it. I was a moth to a flame. By the time I stood right in front of it, I realized that the book was encased in glass. Curiously, I touched the glass, hoping I would find a way to open it but the second my skin made a contact, the glass shattered. Ryker who had been standing beside me quickly pulled me back. “What the bloody hell is that?”

only one sentence had been written. The greatest story was never meant to be read... The greatest story was never meant to be read... The words did not fade. They slowly lifted from the page itself, floating into the air like silver mist. No one spoke. The sea became perfectly still. Even the giant eye beneath the glass path remained frozen. Adrian stepped toward the desk. The Pen of Beginnings vibrated in his hand. Not with fear. With recognition. The black book was calling to it. The gray-coated man quietly whispered,

"No. Just some crazy woman." The car pulled away and headed down the sunlit boulevard. Warm rays spilled across my face as I looked up at the clear blue sky and smiled. The past had faded into darkness, beyond reclaiming. Ahead lay a road bright with promise and endless light.

After a few seconds, I had dropped a single drop in each glass and capped it back, noticing that it still had half of it left for what I had to do next. Also check out my other books CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance and HIS BROKEN PRINCESS!