Rear Window Novels & Stories

In the rearview mirror, I could see someone hanging halfway out their window, screaming. Someone else was frantically checking their dashcam. Even from two lanes away, I could hear the screech. "The Corona! That's the Corona! The hypercar that made top three in the international rally! Quick, pull up the intersection traffic cams, I need to know where it's going!" Pulling into the Moonridge Academy parking lot, I backed the car into a spot. The black butterfly doors winged upward. The second Nathan and I stepped out, a gasp came from a Maybach parked nearby.

The car just turned right onto the road and surprisingly, revealing a Victorian-style building with several windows. The glasses are hidden behind beige curtains. A statue erected on top of a silvery roof, as well as Flags from various countries whirl in the wind.

He remained lenient in his seat, his fingers fidgeting against the steering wheel nervously as the muffled voices outside continuously rang to his ears. He lifts his chin and glance at the rear-view mirror. His keen eyes pierce through the small sliding window, wide enough for a head to peek through as it was the only transparent surface separating the front row from the wide backseat. The LED lights attached to the sides glowed, brightening the area, but the soft touch didn’t reach the farthest seat where he focused his eyes at. It was glum and too quiet. No one could tell if there was really a person breathing behind him. A lady is spotted lounging comfortably in the corner of the backseat

Haley turned the steering wheel and was about to park the car in front of a restaurant when suddenly, a loud noise came from behind. She looked through the rearview mirror and saw that the minivan had been hit by a small car. The rear of the van was deeply dented, rendering it unable to move any further. The minivan driver, feeling guilty, didn’t even dare to get out and ask for compensation. Instead, they drove away in the wrecked minivan.

As soon as I took a few steps, I heard the sound of the engine behind me, and then the black Bentley was in front of me! The next second, the rear window was rolled down.

Damon questioned, maintaining a slow pace while driving. "Two cars are coming from behind" "Can you tell how close they are to us?" He questioned again. "Pretty far away, I suppose," "Wrong, objects in the mirror are closer than they appear, always remember that" Damon stated. "Point taken" I said. "Now when you sit in the driver's seat, the view you will be getting from the rear mirror will be different, completely different, can you read the road signals?" Damon asked, raising his brows but he didn't take his eyes off the road.

A new pane of glass shimmered beneath the midday sun, and I found myself frozen as I stared at the picture-perfect home. “It feels weird to see looking how it was before,” I whispered, still feeling the fear of that night swim through my veins. The large floor to ceiling window overlooked the forest in the backyard, and I silently wondered if that fear would multiply once the sun went down and the shadows of the night came out to play. James pressed his lips to my temple, “I replaced the glass from before with something graded to be bullet proof. Nothing will get through those windows again.”

The men in front of us steps to the side while we drive past them, looking at the man in the rear mirror I see him standing in the middle of the road and looking at our car. "Then it's only us!" Sofia says from the back seat while I pull the window back up.

He got in front of her and went through the gate first, his wolf sense urging him to make sure the way was safe for him to encroach. The backyard overlooked the spectacular beauty of the ocean. Very serene, with only two houses at the far end, where they equally had a view of this one. By the side of the ocean, close to the end of the house's extension, parked a private yacht. Glass stairs ran from the end of the building to the balcony. A row of glass windows lined the back of the house, but the glare of the sun and the tint of the windows kept outsiders from seeing inside.

he said, rubbing his hands together in front of the heat vent. "What's in the back of the car?" she asked. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Something's in the back of the car? I have no idea." She continued looking at him, and he winked mischievously. Maggie looked again into the back seat. "It looks suspiciously like a large pine dresser." She looked back at him and raised an eyebrow. "Hmm," he murmured as he drove away from the Red Lantern Inn. "That's odd." The mischievous grin was firmly in place, the sparkling blue eyes hidden once again behind the mirrored aviators.