A Través De Mi Ventana Novels & Stories

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.

Better I will try to accept this with all my heart. I noticed that there's a big window in the room so I got up and opened the door, a cool breeze made me smile I felt somewhat refreshed. I gazed at the big buildings and the busy road for some time. Then again I laid on the bed and slept without realizing to close the window.

I stand up from the bed now fully with my hands dangling down like a vreeeacee widow who has loads a lot. The hair on my head whiffs for one point to the l other as I draw more closer to the window and the breeze from the widow packs my hair to different directions. I stand directly fa if the window. I place my hand don the window with the white curtains falling around as well due to the breeze. I sigh deeply and close my eyes for some seconds before I flip them open .’ I push the curtain to the side sand allow the breeze to come in full and I stare outside to have a view of how the morning shire of others too.

I pulled away from the casket and turned to look at the closed window that stood just beside the stone table. Walking in front of it, I grasped the handle of the window and attempted to swing it open. Just as I thought it was locked, I managed to open it with little effort but as soon as a breeze made its way inside the area, it opened. Thunder rumbled outside as continuous rain poured, causing the breeze to whistle in my ears. When I tried to get my hand outside the window, the same thing happened; there was an invisible barrier stopping me from getting through. I attempted once more but nothing really happened as I sighed in frustration.

Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds. Jack?!

I smirked as I used my free hand to turn the water on. “But… the windows. People can see in.” Her eyes watched the three windows that looked out over the driveway and front of the villa. “No one can look in. One-way glass. We can look out, but no one can see in.” I assured her, pressing her naked body against the glass.

Her eyes suddenly caught something through the window. “Can you stop the car please.”

I strained my ears, hoping to catch any distant noise or indication of the men's presence. To my surprise, I found a small window near the ceiling, obscured by grime and neglect. It was barely large enough for me to squeeze through, but it offered a glimmer of hope. I dragged a nearby crate beneath it, standing on it to reach the window. I tried to push it open, but it seemed stuck after years of disuse. Undeterred, I mustered all my strength, and with a final push, the window budged, allowing a sliver of cool night air to infiltrate the room. I took a moment to catch my breath, appreciating the freshness that filled my lungs.

Instead, I shifted my gaze towards the window, observing the scenery outside. The view from the window was mesmerizing as we soared through the clouds. The vast expanse of the sky seemed to symbolize the unknown possibilities that awaited me. I took a deep breath, trying to relax my nerves. It was my first time traveling with someone from another pack, and the tension inside me was evident.

I step towards the cracked window, wiping the dust off the glass with my fingers. I look inside through the newly wiped area, thankful that I don't see my father. I walk to the dirty, cracked window and looked inside. There is no one home. No one at the house I grew up in. I look on the ground for something to break the window with. I lay my eyes on a rock. I pick it up and wrap my scraped fingers around it. Next thing I know. The window is shattering, and glass is flying inside of the house. There are still glass shards poking out.