The Parting Glass Novels & Stories

“As long as you want me next to you, I’ll stay at your side.” He pulls back, meeting my eyes. He starts to grin, too. “Then you’re gonna be stuck with me for a long time.” A door slams open. We fly apart, just before a set of eyes almost catches us in our taboo. “Vito, it’s time.” No. Not her. I try to pull my hand back, but Vito grips tighter. “Are you really still hanging around with that half-blood?” Vito’s sister growls at him, eyes narrowed on me.

“To moving forward.” Our glasses clinked softly — not in celebration, but in survival. And maybe… that was enough for tonight.

I added. “ Face your work. August,” he replied lazily. “Oh, and listen, the hum. Do you hear that?” I said, ignoring all he said. “ It's called a ventilation system. It's Security features.” He snapped. I exhaled. “They are security features, August. Mr. Hale's preference." “ Oh, my god. Security? in a glass house? Who are the watchers? Isn't this irony too much?" I said. "Him." That was the only response he gave me.

I took Lynn’s arm, my tone final. “From this moment on, Logan, we go our separate ways. My mother is healing. My life is mine again. Without you, we are free and in a better place.” I turned, leaving him clawing at the bars behind me. His roar followed, raw and broken, but I didn’t turn. Not once. Later that evening, as snow drifted against the tall windows, I heard whispers among the servants. Another pair, a woman and a girl, had tried to breach the gates. They were restrained at the forest’s edge.

I turned the glass in my hands. Had he used this the night he asked me to marry him? When he was still Adrian who noticed gold flecks in my eyes? Before he became Adrian, who put bullets in my chest? The computer beeped. D******d complete. I should have put the glass down. Ejected the drive. Left. Instead, I held it up. Watched how the city lights fractured through the crystal. One glass. That's all it was. But to Adrian, it probably meant something.

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.

His black eyes met mine one last time before fading to ash. I gasped, stumbling back, but the image clung to the glass, unyielding and alive. The pool pulsed once, then cracked down the center, bleeding silver into the dirt.

Vivienne: I won’t. There was a pause. Daniel: I love you. Vivienne pressed the phone to her chest as tears spilled over. “I love you too,” she whispered into the dark. Outside, the city glowed on—unaware that the glass was finally beginning to shatter. And that the next break would be the most dangerous one yet.

You don’t get to punish me for not breaking the way you expected. I am not yours anymore. And if that burns you, good. Because your touch doesn’t make me feel special. It makes me feel sick. And just so you know? Bad angle for kissing. #TheGlassWife #PagesIllDeleteLater #IDoesntBelongToYou #BadKisser”

He saw a silver-eyed man standing in a world of white glass. The "Eclipse of the Dead" was over. But the "Clean Room Protocol" had just begun.