Books Like Through My Window Novels & Stories

Liam's eyes darkened instantly. He wasn't willing to listen to Selena's words, but when he saw Martha's tearful expression, he understood everything. He asked slowly, "Who is that man?" Martha simply continued to cry and didn't say anything for a long while. Seeing this, Liam raised his voice. "I'm asking you a question! Who's that man? It's Jonathan Shallock, isn't it?" Even though Martha still said nothing, he had already drawn his conclusions.

‎ ‎Right outside my window. ‎ ‎

Chapter: 56 ****** ALTAIR: As I slipped through the window into the familiar confines of my bedroom, the weight of the night pressed down on me like a shroud. The chill of the evening air followed me inside, but it did little to alleviate the heaviness in my heart. I closed the window behind me, the gentle click of the latch echoing with a finality I was unprepared to face. Tears spilled from my eyes the moment I fell onto my bed, the soft sheets offering no comfort against the turmoil within.

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.

“The window!” Now comprehending, I snatch Ivy by the hand fair as she shifts back into human frame, and the two of us duck into the room. There’s a growl and a crash, and minutes afterward, Chart book takes after us. I have to battle to keep up the obstruction without being able to see it, and I turn to Chart book as we lurch toward the window, quietly signaling my question.

The shadows pursued them, their movements unnaturally fast and erratic. One by one, the group climbed through the window, Anna clutching the book tightly to her chest. As her feet hit the pavement, she glanced back at the library. The shadows stood at the broken window, watching them with glowing eyes. One of them raised a hand and waved slowly before disappearing into the darkness. --

I snorted at myself As they were going to tell me. I rolled my eyes, pushing away from the window. A thick, unbreakable glass which I wasn't certain would be possible in werewolves' world kept me cut out of the world. A few days! He was asking for a few days. Why? There was no escaping that gruesome memory. It jolted my body whenever I called the sight, no matter how hard I tried to push away. Blood on Snow, crimson dripping from his wounds! I shook my head. I let my gaze wander over to the bookshelves. I plucked a random book. I was going to try to focus on it, instead of mulling over it.

Violet’s POV As I stepped through the doorway, I was met by a view that had me in awe. The giant library was three stories high and the exterior wall to the library was floor to ceiling glass windows that looked out over the city skyline, much like the similar view from my bedroom.

Hold. Out. But every time I exhale, I find my gaze drifting to the window. The same window someone tapped. The same window Lyon walked straight to when he came back inside. It looks ordinary now. Harmless. Almost innocent. But I know better. I take another breath—longer this time—and stand. My feet barely make a sound against the floor as I cross the room. I lift the edge of the curtain just enough to see the yard. It’s empty. At least, it looks empty.

I blew away the dust on it and ran my palm over the hardcover. "Encyclopedia on mythical Creatures" I said aloud as I read the title that was written stylishly. I walked over to the large window that would block the views of others from me yet giving me a perfect view of anybody that would come in. With a huff, I raised myself up and placed my bum on the cold stone and dropped the book on my lap.