The Woman In The Window Novels & Stories

the voice that she had long been hearing since she was still unconscious asked, making her look over to the direction. Before her, is a woman who wore a white robe, underneath the robe is a white turtleneck shirt tucked inside a long khaki sweeping skirt. She had a pair of black kitten heels, her hair beautifully kept in a tight bun, and a peach-colored tint on her lips that made her look even more refreshing to the eye. She pushed her oval eyeglasses to the bridge of her nose and glanced at the chart on her hand before looking back at her. “I just feel nauseous and tired. My stomach hurts like hell, do you have painkillers?” Weiyan asked before attempting to press her stomach but the woman

... In a villa somewhere in North City, a man with a pipe in his hand was holding an iPad in one hand, and his fingers were sliding through the photos on it with the other hand. The air was silent. A woman walked barefoot on the soft carpet, her smooth and slender legs swinging under the wide shirt. She glanced at the man, walked straight to the window, and opened the window. The night wind blew her shirt, revealing her bulging belly and her long hair. She held her hands against the window and bent her head. Her curly long hair swayed gently like seaweed.

It seemed to the woman; no one was up, although it was around midnight. The woman in the dark clothing moved to the edge of the roof. She looked down in the street below seeing no one below or near her. On the wall below her was an open window. The woman dropped down from the edge of the roof catching the edge of the roof with her hands and entered through the window feet first. She cast her eyes around the room seeing no one. She then headed towards the shut door across from her. She slowly turned the knob on the door hearing the turbines turn in it, opening. It was unlocked.

Her concentrated scent ensnares my senses and makes my teeth jump out in my mouth. Breathing deeply through my mouth I get my urges under control before I jump down into the garden landing in front of the big window outside the living room. I look inside seeing a woman sitting in front of the TV. Stepping closer I study her, it's easy to see where my girl has her innocent looks from. The woman is still attractive even if she is starting to get marked by the years, like I will never be marked. Curiously I walk on to the next window, there is a long table with chairs. It is impossible that a man is living here. Because the table is filled with fruit baskets, vases and candles telling me that i

Mary said. “I know. I will explain everything to you later. Let me just hear what they have to say”. Ann replied. “Do you think that’s a good idea? You know nothing good will ever come out of it. Just use the back door. It’s better to avoid them.” Mary said. “You know avoiding them is not the solution”. It’s useless. Let’s get this over with.” Ann replied and went into the living room. In the large,well decorated sitting room with different gold designs around the room, a chandelier hanging in the center of the living room, a woman in her early forties was seen sitting on the couch with a young lady. They’ve been waiting for Ann’s arrival.

I wheezed when the Hag’s grinning face looked back at me from the jutting rocks of the window balustrade. The brown woman raised a hand slightly, waving at the wall because it sure as hell couldn’t be Nola Reynolds she was waving at. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I bounced back screaming and pounding on the window that I hadn’t managed to get open, thankfully. I wasn’t going to let her bully me with theatrics, at least not while there was a whole rock between us. The Hag’s face hardened with hate and a glob of black saliva stained the window before I reared my head back, ashamed of my slow reflexes and grateful there werethree inches of glass between us to stem the vileness before the w

Yuriel enjoyed sitting snuggled up by the window and gazing out at the vast expanse of sea when she was cooped up. Aleandro would stand in the doorway silently staring at the woman huddled against the window sill like a soulless doll. Aleandro would stand in the doorway silently for a long time, with no intention of approaching her or turning to leave the room. He blinked and moved slowly over to the woman huddled by the window. "Riel..." he called out to the woman, his voice hoarse. However, the woman did not look at him. Her gaze was drawn to the window. Aleandro knelt next to her. He reached out to touch the woman's cheek. He came to a halt as she turned and stared at him with her sparkli

“A pleasure to see you, Mr. Chance.” Chance? Was that their last name? Was that my last name now too? “And your lovely companion. I will be taking care of you today. Can I start you off with something to drink?” I turned my head, looking out the window. The windows looked different from the inside, but I could still see the rest of the city. Nearby, there was a woman glaring at me. Her face was flushed. Her make-up looked like she stepped off the cover of a magazine. She looked like she was wearing an expensive outfit. Her necklace glittered around her neck.

Ryan did not confirm nor deny it, but I could tell the truth from the guilty look in his eyes. The scorching summer day in June felt like winter to me. I held my breath in shock. What was I to Ryan, if that woman was his wife? "Stop faking it," the woman taunted me. Then, she went on to introduce me to the onlookers. "Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at this homewrecker! She snatched my husband from me, and she had the audacity to ask him for an apartment."

All good. Except it wasn’t. A new message sat at the bottom of the screen. No name. Just a string of numbers I didn’t recognize. > Too close to the fire. I stared at it for a long moment. Then I lifted my head—drawn like a fucking fool to the light I knew I’d find. Her window. The soft glow framed her silhouette perfectly. She was moving inside—sketching, maybe. The way her shoulders bent, how her wrist hovered. Then she paced. Stopped. Turned toward the glass like she might see me through it.