Novel Jendela Menghadap Jalan の小説・ストーリー

It would be great if all of them could achieve Nirvana at the same time like the monastery. ... In the bustling city, Jia walked out of the convenience store. On her right hand was a bag of snacks. While her other hand was holding her ice cream. She was eating her ice cream with delight on this windy night. As she was about to cross the road, she suddenly stopped. Across the street, a few meters away from her, a long line of ghosts was migrating. Their numbers could fill up the entire street and their line was so long that she could not see the ending. The unfortunate passerby on the street shuddered as they felt the temperature around them suddenly went several degrees lower.

Celia Jasper was sitting on the seat opposite of me, his eyes fixated on the map that he held in his hand. I looked outside the windows by lifting the drapes a little. The forest path through which we were traveling was quite dense. The road was less used by travelers and was just the one Jasper had shown me earlier in his study. This route cut down our travel time by more than half though it meant we had to travel through a dense thicket. I craned my neck outside the window and noticed that the tree trunks were wide and thick, their dense leaves hiding the sun as we moved deeper into the forest. It was broad daylight but due to the thick foliage, it felt like we were traveling through the n

I pouted and folded my hands like a little girl whose ice cream was being delayed. "Hey," Javan knocked on the windshield. I turned in shock to see him waving. I pointed at my chest and then looked around me just to be sure he was talking to me and not someone I wasn't aware of. He signaled for me to lower the window so he could speak to me. That was new and kind of exciting too. The cold Javan talking to Delia? He must have had a nice dream about me. I lowered the windshield and he poked his head halfway inside.

the driver nodded, turning the key. The engine coughed to life, and they drove into the night, wind rushing against the windows. Junior had the window cracked, face tilted toward the wind. He looked smaller than usual—his frame swallowed in his oversized hoodie. Nevena flashed a glance at him with a crooked smile on her lips. His eyes were glassy with moonlight and smiles which was a contrast to her guttural breathing. He twisted in the chair, to look at her, teeth chattering as their eyes met.

“EH? Ugh?! Eh?! Uhmm… if that’s alright with you I guess” The two walked opposite to the carriage as the sky had turned dim and the lanterns on the streets turned on. Jiniya stared at the changing sky as the carriage made its way to the busy street towards the royal palace where things were not going well. Chapter End.

I just couldn't stop reading that sentence. I folded the letter precisely and put it in the inside pocket of my jacket rather than the file on my desk, and I did not look at the engagement invitations waiting in the tray by the door, and I stood at the window for a long time in the thin January light while the bond pulled steadily southward and the name Ashford turned in my mind like something trying to find its right position. Elara's POV

“Your eyes were enormous.” I groaned. “Please tell me I did not look like someone who just won the lottery.” “You looked like someone who has not allowed himself to hope in a long time.” That silenced me. The city passed outside the window in familiar blurs. Small shops, cracked sidewalks, vendors setting up for the evening. It felt strange to move from trimmed hedges and polished floors back into streets that carried the scent of fried food and gasoline. “Say it,” Mira urged. “Say what?”

I had a corner I'd claimed without declaring it — the window seat at the far end, where afternoon light came in at an angle that was perfect for reading and the view outside was just garden and sky, no walls visible from that position if you sat exactly right. I liked that. The illusion of boundlessness, even a small one. I was deep in a novel — a nineteenth century one, naturally, a woman navigating a world that had been entirely arranged without her input — when I heard the door. I didn't look up immediately. Mara sometimes checked on me, and I'd learned her footsteps. These were different. Heavier. More deliberate. I looked up.