Novel & Cerita A Través De Mi Ventana Libro

Window. I scrambled to my feet, adrenaline spiking. The window was low, just above the sloping roof of the porch—a perfect escape I’d used as a kid. I shoved it open, cool air hitting my face as I swung one leg over the sill. The book went into my hoodie pocket, heavy against my side. I slid out, my sneakers scraping the shingles as I dropped to the grass below. Ben’s beat-up sedan idled at the curb, headlights off. I ran to it, yanking the passenger door open and sliding in.

Chapter 34 ----Author's POV---- Bianca's eyes fluttered open to the gentle caress of sunlight filtering through the curtains. The morning sun peeked through the window, casting intricate patterns across the walls and floor. Its warmth kissed her skin, gently coaxing her back to consciousness.

Ishtar has been mentioned in the book just once and besides that, there’s nothing about her. I close the book and eat some apple tarts as I read other books. I didn’t realize how long I’ve been reading but when a knock rings out on my door, I notice for the first time that I’ve been lying on the floor by the huge enchanted window, surrounded by books and food, reading.

When I am sure that no one is around to see me, I press my fingers against the top edges of the frame and it slides open. I slip inside the passage way, wondering what way I fell through that made me fall inside the library. The frame slips back shut and I head into the library. The candle lights come on and I hurry over to the place I kept the books the previous evening. It is time to start learning

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?’

I'm not sure why it's so simple to yearn for her to be on my side, but when she is, I crumble. As soon as I opened the old door, it began to creak. From the inside, there are no light bulbs, only the sunshine that filters through the smashed windows, and when I walked a few steps deeper into the library, I didn't expect to see Sierra seated on the floor, leaning against a shelf, with a book in her hands.

I can’t help but chuckle at what I see. Rose’s POV Walking into the billion dollar kitchen – I still can not help but marvel at it’s absolute beauty. “Wow” I gasp as I lay eyes on the large kitchen window. The sky is a black pit of darkness – its tiny stars twinkle so lightly , that you may need to strain your eyes a bit to see them. I move towards the window slowly , I am truly mesmerized by this enchanting sight. I place my both hands on the window – and very childishly smush my face on the transparent glass. I can feel how hot my breath is as it heats up my face – the surround glass around my face becomes misty.