Novel & Cerita A Través De Mi Ventana Libro

I was just staring at the window not giving a glance to what Alien was doing. Matapos niya akong yabangan, akala niya okay na kami!? Hah! Who you siya saakin!? Kahit sobrang ganda ng mata nya, never talaga. May atraso pa ito saakin dahil ang libro ko. I just keep staring at the window nang biglang gumalaw ang dahon ng puno mula sa kina-uupuan ko, medyo malayo ang lokasyon ng puno mula dito. My eyes instantly got sharp at mas lalong tinitigan ang pwesto nito. I carefully observe kung gagalaw ba ito muli.

She stopped packing and looked outside the window. [Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my book! Hope you are enjoying it! Please support me by leaving me a rating and review! Your precious words mean the world to me! Love you all!]

Chapter 87: A Story to Tell Isabel sat by the window with an open book in her hands. The room was quiet as if it was saved only for the occasional chirping of birds outside and the soft murmur of her voice as she read aloud. Her fingers traced the words slowly while her brows furrowed in concentration.

Chapter 98 *Rafe* The gentle breeze from the open window played with my hair, sending strands cascading across my face. I leaned against the windows, gazing out at the stunning view of the city below. Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the clouds, painting everything in a warm glow. My mind drifted back to last night, and I couldn't help but smile. Freya's laughter still rang in my ears, each note like a

I will focus more on my company and every business that I have. The lights of my car shine as smudged stars, the wintry mist cold upon my skin from the open window on my side. As the journey passes, sunlight rouses more colours from their sleepy monochrome and, though the road still has the black look of night, the sky is already more bluish than charcoal. I parked in front of the city library and got out. I looked at myself using the heavy tint of my window car and fixed my eyeglass. "Morning!"

Locals must use this as some sort of party spot. Gross, but thankfully, no murder scenes or visible animals waiting to attack me. I probably shouldn't want to see more because tiny goosebumps are popping up and down my arms, but the need to keep going is starting to overwhelm me. Trying to stall for a few more seconds, I stand back and look up. The window, which is almost as tall as me, has leftover pieces of glass piling round the edges. Walking through will be the easy part. Once I'm in, there's no telling what or who could be inside.

Hermosa's POV I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, watching the trees blur into a dark smudge against the horizon. My arm throbbed where the needle had pierced me—a dull reminder of the life I’d just drained out of myself for people who looked at me like a meal.

I breathe out, pulling myself out of my trance. “I don’t know Damien; I was hearing my name,” I said. He sighed. “We have to be careful in the library. It may be enticing, but it’s dangerous, so we will look for the book together. We can take our time,” he said. I looked out the window, and I don’t know, but I feel something is there. You may be wondering, Why was I scared of falling through the window? Well, this is no ordinary window. It is clouded with clouds, and I feel like if I fall through, I am going to fall to my death because I don’t know where it leads.

Athen POV. I dashed towards the open window, feeling a chill run through my veins as the cold breeze rushed in and caused the pages of the forbidden tome to flutter restlessly. The room was dimly lit, but the pale light of the moon seemed to shimmer with a strange allure as I picked up the book with trembling hands. The Forbidden Knowledge. For weeks I had been yearning to unlock its secrets, to delve deep into its pages and uncover the truths that lay hidden within.

I needed to understand what was happening and find a way to respond. I looked around the room. It was filled with shelves of old books and documents. It had narrow windows high up near the ceiling. They were too small to pass through. I found a heavy wooden stool and moved it under the window. I stood on it and looked out. I saw only stone walls and a small patch of sky. No one could see me from outside.