Atraves De Mi Ventana Novels & Stories

Fueled by the moment's enthusiasm, I navigated to the window with trepidation and excitement, my pulse quickening with the rising tide of anticipation. The night air enveloped me in its embrace, its cool touch starkly contrasting the fire that burned within my veins. With trembling hands, I pushed the window open, allowing the silvery moonlight to cascade into the room and bathe me in its ethereal glow. In my mind, Jasmin's voice offered a reassuring presence, a gentle reminder of the power within me, urging me to embrace the unknown confidently.

I lie in my bed, hoping the sound of rain will eventually lure me to sleep but the sound of peddle hitting my window got me up in an instant and when i opened the window to see what it was There outside the rain was James holding a bunch of flower

I рісk a tаblе where I can juѕt mаkе out April thrоugh thе frоnt window. I watch her саrеfullу frоm the dіѕtаnсе. It brеаkѕ mу heart tо ѕее her walk uр to a саr window, attempt tо nеgоtіаtе a trісk and get rеjесtеd.

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.

Without awareness of the road or the rain; the car moved letting my thoughts scattered in my mind. I let my brain roam free and my heart in exploring new avenues. I lift my pointed finger, tracing the window shield. I saw my reflection on it. They say, when a door closes, another one opens but, the way I see it, when a window closes you can only see what could have been through its transparent surface. They’re devious, sly, and tricky the way they allow you to see through them.

But I could force the window open. One breath of air at a time.

A hard k nock against my window zapped us out of our little bubble.

The window was shut though so I needed to get her to open it first. I bent over and picked up a handful of small pebbles from the ground then I straightened and threw one at the window with not too much force so the glass wouldn't shatter. The light thud of the pebble hitting the glass echoed and I glanced warily at the other windows, hoping I wouldn't wake Beta Michael and his mate. I waited for a few seconds and whispered a prayer to the moon goddess before throwing another pebble at the window My lips spread in a grin when I heard footsteps from her room rushing towards the window and in a spilt second; I was blessed with a view of her beautiful face as she unlocked the window and pulled

I have learned of new dangers—the images from the previous night hunted me ferociously, sending a jolt up my spine down to my legs, sending me into an upright position. “Fuck…” I muttered into the morning air. For a second, I focused on the micro particulates floating in the rays that poured from the high window. Now that I thought about it, the windows were suspended oddly higher than normal. I held onto the sheet, taking a deep breath into the back of my lungs I stretched my back and shoulders, stretching. The end of the season was coming and winter was getting closer, I could smell it in the air even in the warm ray of the sun glowing through the window, you could feel it. A break from th

Rookie fucking mistake, I should have examined the window with more caution. Aside from finding another trap, I did learn the windows are made out of something similar to a two-way mirror or tinted windows. I can just make out my reflection in the glass, but I can’t see through it, yet I can see the light of this supposed lightning flashing inside. Iolaire walks up to me, “Find anything?” She quietly asks. “Razor blades,” I deadpan.