Rear Window Novels & Stories

The rear window of the Maybach lowered in a smooth motion. Damien Kane sat in the back seat. The thin glasses caught the garage lights. His voice carried clearly across the concrete. “Hands off what belongs to me.”

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She couldn't see anything in the thick fog, so she had to stare at it, afraid that a car would suddenly appear from the fog and appear behind her. But before she could see anything, a burst of glass shattered, and a dense rain of bullets shattered her rear window, passing through the car body and shattering the front window, leaving the entire car riddled with bullet holes. Fortunately, Charlotte had retrofitted steel plates behind the driver's seat, so far she had not been penetrated by bullets. She shrunk her head and said, "Shit, it's still a submachine gun!" She wanted to step on the accelerator, but the old car twenty years ago was not awesome. She could

Sniffed it one more time before I walked away. As I was walking down the steps to the grass, there was a nice black 2023 BMW 7 series 760i with dark tinted windows that just parked in the turnaround driveway in front of the house next to the water statue. Several suvs filled with men behind this beautiful car.The driver gets out, a tall, dark blonde swayed hair, very muscular with his clothes looking a bit tight on him. One more vein popping out, the buttons on his shirt might burst off.

The windshield was too dark to see who was behind it. Unfortunately, Ava didn't read the warning. She jerked her hand again and moved backwards.

Edwin pulled the back door open and revealed the back seat: “The hand-crafted leather seat with the seat warmer to make your entire journey comfortable and warm; a built-in refrigerator with all kinds of cool beverages that you can possibly imagine; an in-car entertainment center, games, movies, tv shows, you name it. The 10-hour trip will fly by. Of course, if you prefer the company of our King, he will be sitting right next to you.” Westin nodded to Aurora with a charming smile. “Your car is outdated.” Damien said with a disdainful face, “We have the lasted model in Silver Blade Pack. Even the windows are bulletproof.”

A car behind kept honking, trying to get her attention. Wendy glanced in the rearview mirror. A white SUV was tailgating them. The driver had his window down, arm resting outside. The cold night wind was like a knife on bare skin. The man, trying to look cool and a bit arrogant, endured the cold, letting the wind assault his hand.

Because the road is high and there is no concrete barrier protecting the sides of the road, it would have been a good protection against the accidental falling of vehicles. I removed the seat belt and crawled towards the back seat. I knocked down the two backseats of the chair until I reached the rear compartment and pulled it out again. I heard a noise from outside the car that sounded like someone opening the door. My vehicle is tinted, so it can't see the person inside. A few moments later, I heard a loud noise from the car window. It looks like the window has been broken.

’’ I replied. ‘’Alright, sir ‘’ she replied. The office phone rang sharply -gring...gring...gring - and I alerted Lena to forward it to me. ‘’Good day, this is Vans Companies.’’ She said, then forwarded the call to me probably after the person on the other side of the line had finished speaking. ‘’This is Adrain’’ I said calmly. ‘’Yes, you are exactly the one I want to speak to! Do you know how many calls I have received this morning about your broken website and how the customers are struggling to access the shop?!’’

"We're still on the side of the road." "What's your point?" he asks, playing with the zipper and button on my jeans. "Anyone can see us." "False," he starts. As he talks, he tugs on my jeans and I lift my hips in spite of groaning weakly at the implication. "You've got a twenty-five percent window tint grade on your front windows." He ceases to move and looks up at me. "Which, by the way, is illegal in the state of North Carolina." "Thanks," I say in a deadpan tone. "I guess breaking rules is my new pastime.".