Atraves De Mi Ventana Novels & Stories

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

That door is sealed shut. That thought follows me into sleep. The quiet feels peaceful—until it isn’t. I see Lucien standing outside my window. My breath catches. His eyes pierce straight through me, like he’s pulling apart every wall I built, knot by knot. He steps closer, and my heart drops in horror when he passes through the glass as if it isn’t even there. It doesn’t break. It doesn’t make a sound. His eyes never leave mine, not even for a second.

Ava The morning air was cool, crisp, and sharp, carrying with it the faint scent of blooming flowers from the garden below. I stood by the window in my room, staring out at the city that was slowly waking. My thoughts were tangled, looping endlessly over the events of the past week. Adrian’s presence was never far from my mind. Even when he wasn’t physically present, I could feel the weight of his influence, his subtle testing, and the intensity of his observation.

I open the huge window and look around making sure that no one will saw me. "What the fuck are you planning to do?" He angrily utter. I rolled my eyes as I take off my heels. "Taking the shortcut, obviously" I replied with sarcasm. "Herravie!" He called my name in an authoritative voice but I just ignore him. I didn't waste time and jump from the window without hesitation. I groan in pain as I hit the ground and rolled on the bermudas grass. "Merda!" I wince when my back hit the rock.

Hothead: "I can't believe it. I still can't believe it! This is so awesome!" I wipe the tears from my eyes as I press my face against the window. "I can see it! I can see it!" "Okay, okay. Please stop." Alodia grabs the back of my jacket and pulls me away from the window. "You're fogging the window." I shake Alodia off and return to the window. Looking outside, I see the beautiful view. I see all the stunning colors. I see freedom and fun.

I whispered to myself as if there was a light bulb that suddenly flashed above my head. I went to the window and opened the curtain. The window is just the right size and height to use in what I do. I see nothing outside and I only see my reflection. I felt the shape of the window box using my hand from top to bottom “Et aperi mihi volo ut ubi ego vado, Coventry," I whispered the window and blow it carefully while still holding my hands to the windows. I waited a few seconds when the window suddenly became visible, I lost my reflection there and I immediately saw the look of the room. They are completely inside the library while sitting at a round table. Their faces show the annoyance and an

"Isabella." "I'm just noting it." "Note it quietly," I said. She pressed her lips together. She looked out the window. "Alvara Atelier" she said softly. Something in my chest moved. "Yes," I said. She smiled. "It sounds like you." I looked out my own window. Auremont passing by. September light falling golden across the streets. Autumn doing what autumn did. Arriving quietly. Staying longer than expected. Changing everything. "It does," I said softly.

I whispered, more to convince myself than anything else. I walked toward the window slowly. Each step felt… lighter than it should. Not weak. Not heavy. Just Different. When I reached the window, I pushed it open slightly. Cool air rushed in, brushing against my skin. And for a moment Everything stopped. My breath caught. The feeling came again. Stronger this time. My fingers gripped the edge of the window. “What is that…?” It wasn’t outside. Not exactly. It felt like it was coming from… Everywhere.

The monster who took everything from me. I turn toward the window, my only connection to the outside world. The moonlight spills across the floor, casting eerie shadows that stretch toward me like ghostly fingers. The night is alive with the sounds of the forest—crickets chirping, the distant howl of a wolf, the rustling of leaves in the wind. The wind. My pulse quickens. If I can feel the wind, that means this window isn’t sealed shut. Moving quickly, I cross the room and press my hands against the wooden frame. The glass is old, the wood slightly warped. If I apply enough force—

Venus's POV I wake up and look through the window. Another small pebble hits the glass of the window again and I jump a little before I walk over, to find Theo about to throw another pebble towards my window. It's still dark but Thank Heavens for the werewolf ability that I can see clearly.