A Través De Mi Ventana Libro Novels & Stories

Rain cast a gloomy haze across the back garden, fading the familiar vibrant shades of red and purple Kit was used to gazing upon to drab hues. Yet, sitting in the window in the library looking out over the empty grounds refreshed her spirit somehow. It was as if the drops that hit the window pane reached her soul and cleansed it.

I parked and sat there for a moment, staring at the shop window with its display of bestsellers and its handwritten recommendation cards. I got out of the car and walked toward the door.

Time seemed to disappear when I was absorbed in a book. As the rain continued to fall outside, tapping steadily against the windows, its rhythm became a soothing backdrop to my reading. The library was lit by ancient chandeliers and lamps that cast a soft, comforting glow. The scent of old books blended perfectly with the fresh smell of rain, creating an atmosphere that felt both familiar and wonderfully new.

“Lucifer, can you open the window?” "What?” “The window?” I repeated, pointing at the window beside me. “No.” “But I want to see the outside..” I muttered. Whenever I ride inside Rafael or Lucy’s car, I always ask them to open the window so I could get to look outside. It makes me feel better looking out seeing every scenery on the way. “Please.. Lucifer?” I pleaded.

Violet’s POV As I stepped through the doorway, I was met by a view that had me in awe. The giant library was three stories high and the exterior wall to the library was floor to ceiling glass windows that looked out over the city skyline, much like the similar view from my bedroom.

Could he have entered my room through the window? My eyes flicker to the window, trying to make sense of it. Then, it hit me. Of course. He must have climbed the tree outside, and then used it to enter my window. "You are nuts," I say, my head shaking in disbelief. "Why on earth would you go through the window to get into my room?" "I had to find a way to see you," He answers, keeping his tone casual, as though breaking into my room is the most normal thing in the world.

Chapter 33 BRIANNA’S POV ***** Outside, the downpour was descending heavily. I stood by the window, my breath creating a small mist on the glass as I peered outside. The rhythmic tap-tap of raindrops against the windowpane created a soothing melody that evoked nostalgic memories in me.

I squint to see Casimir, but all I can make out is his back, fair skin, and a few movements from his hands. It only made my head, ache for a moment until I finally turned away from them and back to the book I had been reading before. I didn't like the feeling of being perplexed in the first place, so it only made things worse. Before I even had the thought to read from it, it has already dropped to the ground without my even realizing it. I start reading from the book once more while tapping it to get some dirt out of it. The sun is certainly setting as I stare out the window directly in front of me, and all I can summon is a limited view from the book I've been reading lately toward the out

With my healing ability, I’d be back to normal in a day or so. I exhaled, wiping the sheen of sweat from my brow and pushing myself to my feet, ready to leave. But then I noticed the window – partially open behind the half-drawn pale green curtains. A sudden draft caused the fabric to billow inward, and rain drifted in, scattering droplets across the couch cushions and a few books left atop it. It seemed Anna’s maid had forgotten to close the window before leaving. I moved toward it, driven by instinct, to close it before the rain ruined the books.

Sure, there was a surprise addition to my home which was Tina, but maybe I could use the girly company. My day was perfect and more beautiful than I imagined, but then something happened. I turned to my window and there it was, the house that belonged to Sebastian. My heart thudded heavy when I saw it, my mind was flooded with memories of him in the library, connecting me inside my head. But the scenery of the house was different, the previous rigid tone had softened. The once library room that laid opposite my window was now a decorated bedroom, someone else had bought the house.