Books Like Through My Window Novels & Stories

I lifted the torch that was in my hand to give light on my way because this part of the building has no windows in it and had no sunlight for natural lighting. When I saw the door, I immediately opened it and was welcomed by a large room with books arranged on the shelves properly. The one and only window that was large enough to give light to everything in the room was covered with thick and heavy clusters of curtain. I put the torch on the stand by the door and walked towards the large window. I used the movable stair for the books to go and reach the curtain and shove it on the side. I closed my eyes when a ray of sunlight suddenly hit me in the eye, I just smiled. After that, I returned

I wait for the pain, for the strange end, but that’s when something soars right through the broken window, demolishing the entire section of the wall. It’s a big white wolf.

I checked left and right to make sure no one was around before jumping in through the window. It seemed to be a study. There were bookshelves filled with all kinds of books on three sides. Opposite the window was a desk with a book lying flat on it. There were some photos scattered beside it. I walked forward to investigate. All kinds of corpses came into view. There were wolves and humans. The extremely bloody scene made my stomach rise uncontrollably. I couldn't help but turn my head and retch for a while. What was going on with these photos? Were these people killed by Edmond? I thought in horror and took two or three steps back, away from the horrible pictures.

She knocks on the door, but there's no answer. Rita decides to investigate further. She peers through the window, and sees that there's a book lying open on the floor. It's an old book with yellowed pages and a crumbling spine. The pages are fluttering in the breeze, as if someone had just put it down and walked away. Rita feels a chill run down her spine.

The golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the windows of the mansion, casting a warm glow over the room. I sat nestled in a plush armchair, engrossed in the pages of a novel titled "The True Heir." The fictional world of the book offered a temporary escape from the complexities of my reality, a way to lose myself in a different narrative.

*Poppy* I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out the window at the sprawling landscape beyond the mansion's walls. The sun was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. It was beautiful and captivating, but I found no solace in the view. My mind was a tangled mess of worry and frustration, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on my chest.

Locals must use this as some sort of party spot. Gross, but thankfully, no murder scenes or visible animals waiting to attack me. I probably shouldn't want to see more because tiny goosebumps are popping up and down my arms, but the need to keep going is starting to overwhelm me. Trying to stall for a few more seconds, I stand back and look up. The window, which is almost as tall as me, has leftover pieces of glass piling round the edges. Walking through will be the easy part. Once I'm in, there's no telling what or who could be inside.

Rain cast a gloomy haze across the back garden, fading the familiar vibrant shades of red and purple Kit was used to gazing upon to drab hues. Yet, sitting in the window in the library looking out over the empty grounds refreshed her spirit somehow. It was as if the drops that hit the window pane reached her soul and cleansed it.

Sure, there was a surprise addition to my home which was Tina, but maybe I could use the girly company. My day was perfect and more beautiful than I imagined, but then something happened. I turned to my window and there it was, the house that belonged to Sebastian. My heart thudded heavy when I saw it, my mind was flooded with memories of him in the library, connecting me inside my head. But the scenery of the house was different, the previous rigid tone had softened. The once library room that laid opposite my window was now a decorated bedroom, someone else had bought the house.

The plumbing in this realm is seriously lacking. I head back to my room, planning to continue reading the demon book, when something suddenly hits the window. I pause. What the hell was that? I stare at the glass. Nothing looks different. Did I imagine it? It’s not like hard objects can just fall from the tree above unless there are fiery acorns I somehow don’t know about. I’m pretty sure I would’ve heard of flying acorns by now. Then something invisible strikes the glass again. And again. And again.