Bella Staring Out Window Novels & Stories

Never once in her life had she seen such beauty in this place. It was then, accidentally, her head looked up to the 2nd Floor of the building which was on the opposite side. White silk curtains fluttered in the breeze from behind the wide window with abstract carvings. However, that's not what makes Bella stunned, but a young man who stands in the thickened face on one of the windows, staring out at the pool with an expressionless gaze.

she kicks my thighs but I don’t let go, bearing the pain and grateful it wasn’t my stomach. I hear the door latch turn and suddenly, Ariana screams, “please Bella, please!” She lets go of the towel in my hands as the door opens and throws herself out the open window just as Brad steps in to see her cascading down the building with me standing beside the window.

I watch a man pressing into another man while the one in the middle takes a woman from behind as she rides another partner, moaning and begging them to finish her. Yet with all the activities happening around us, Bella doesn't say a word. Instead, she's studying the entire place, taking it all in with wide, sparkling eyes and quickening breaths. Under her silk blouse and through her bra, I can see her nipples hardening and watch the way she squeezes her thighs together. She's definitely turned on, but she's all business when she speaks. “So you want something inspired by this space, but not necessarily based on it, correct?”

“Butterfly it is. Do you remember him?” His nose and throat hurt from the water as he tried hard to conceal the pain. “Butterfly.” She said again as it somewhat hurt on his head. He started mumbling as she pulled out a recorder to record the description. He’s speaking so fast. “Focus on his features.” She snapped. ******** Bella sat down in front of Winter. They are currently on the balcony and since the mansion has a wide lawn and tall treesit covers mostly the view of the balcony and window from the outside.

•••••• RACHEL 12:57am and he isn’t here. I had woken up and was standing behind the window. It was raining heavily, the streets was buzzing with people moving around and music playing.I was having a cup of coffee, enjoying the view of the lightings that illuminated the streets and the buildings.I sighed, leaving the window and then walking to the couch. Bella was playing a song by Brittany Spears and though it was an emotionally romantic song, it spoke more of her heart break and the things she had to go through for her lover.Suddenly, the door bell rang.

The only source of clear light was the moon and two street lights that were barely bright and in the distance, I could see the glow of the hospital windows. The window of each ward faced the hospital field and I wonder of Alfredo didn’t know that we would be seen from here. Looking up I saw patients standing against the glass, their eyes wide with horror as they watched the scene unfolding below. Some held up their phones, the soft glow of recording screens making me feel both exposed and surreal. “Aurora!” a voice rang out. My head whipped toward it, and I saw Bella at one of the windows, her hand pressed against the glass. Her voice carried down to the field as she yelled for me again, des

“You sure you’re ready for this? Seeing him again? Seeing them?” Anne turned, eyes glittering like diamonds. “I didn’t come this far to tremble now. Yvette, Luis, Billy…none of them broke me. They sharpened me.” --- The suite was lavish, yet minimalist. Floor-to-ceiling windows looked out onto the chaotic beauty of New York. Bella was curled up on the couch with her tablet while Julie unpacked samples from a leather trunk. Anne stood at the window, arms crossed, wearing a silk robe and heels, her gaze stormy.

Bella asked. "I don't want to..." Ava was saying when she looked out the window and saw Noah.

"You don't have to make anything." "I know I don't have to." Helena pulled out the chair across from her and lowered herself into it, setting two fresh cups between them. "But you've been staring at that window for twenty minutes now." Bella didn't deny it. Helena wrapped both hands around her own mug and was quiet for a moment. Then said. "You know, sometimes I still think about the night you came here. The way you looked standing at the back door with nothing but that one bag."

The panoramic windows showed the quiet campus below, the ashes of last night's bonfire down by the lake nothing more than a faint gray smudge in the distance. Bella was already sitting at the marble kitchen island, looking effortlessly pristine in a cream cashmere sweater and oversized white sunglasses, despite the fact that she had been partying at the harbor club until three in the morning. She was aggressively stabbing a piece of melon while scanning a printout of the morning's financial headlines.