The Woman In The Window นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

Elena was there in a robe to answer the door. "You okay, ma'am?" "Yes, I wasn't hurt, but my window is gone and it's not getting any warmer out here. Come inside and you can see for yourself." He nodded and walked into the house. She showed him the shattered window and pointed to the hill that she thought it had come from. "Ma'am, do you have any idea who would want to do this?" "Yes, I do. I know exactly who did this." He raised an eyebrow at her tone.

It was most likely to leave a permanent scar, just like the one on her back that she had gotten from a gunshot wound. She stood in front of the window and gazed at the moonlit sky. She reached out and pushed open the window. The very next moment, a cold breeze blew right on her face, making her shiver, but she still didn't want to close the window. After all, it was the only way for her to enjoy some fresh air. As soon as William entered the ward, he saw Crista poking her head out of the window, which startled him. He threw his luxurious bag on the floor and rushed to her. He then quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back.

The woman quickly stepped away, keeping her head bowed. He turned the doorknob carefully and pushed the door open. Inside, he saw a figure who was neither old nor young: a 42-year-old woman seated on a cushioned chair near the window, leaning on the windowsill, her gaze lost in the blue sky as she admired the weather. She wore a light, elegant dress that subtly revealed the curves of her slender body. Her long hair flowed down her back, and her expression was inscrutable as she kept her eyes fixed outside. "You really came, didn't you?" she asked calmly, not moving from her relaxed position, her gaze still lost out the window.

I went to take a shower after dinner. It was then that I suddenly saw a weird palm print on the glass window. Someone must have left that palm print behind with their soapy hand while taking a shower. The print was quite faint and white against the shiny glass on the window. It was obviously a woman's handprint, and it wasn't mine. My hand was a little bigger than this. So I couldn't have been the one who put it there. It couldn't have been my daughter, Bella Quinton, either. She had tiny hands and wasn't even tall enough to reach that spot yet. Also, it definitely did not belong to my husband, Rory Quinton.

“No. It can’t be—” Sienna turned toward the window, her chest tightening. Because out there, in the shadows of the storm, something moved. A woman. Wrapped in a cloak of fire. And she was smiling.

She is looking out the window. “No one asked you, J.I Jane, we all know why you standing by the window.” Mercy snaps at Jade who goes red in her face. I lean my back against the wardrobe door, enjoying the show. The woman has been getting crapped on the whole day. But she takes it like a champ every time.

It dawned on me now why Cain didn’t bother to close the window; nobody in their right mind would jump down, except on a suicide mission. “And I don’t want to die,” I said as tears gathered in my eyes. How tall was this building? It felt like my memory was wiped and everything was happening afresh. Soon, the door creaked open and a lady in her mid twenties walked in. “What are you doing by the window?” She asked. She was different from the woman who opened the window, and she sounded friendly and warm. “Who are you?” I asked her even though Cain already told me that a maid would be coming.

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.

She went to wash herself up then sat down quietly to eat the breakfast that he brought back. In the open kitchen, the man moved deftly as he washed the vegetables and cooked dishes. The woman was eating her warm breakfast quietly in front of the bar. The house was warm and blissful. The woman did not even ask him when the security window was installed. It seemed as though everything was fine. However, every time the woman's gaze swept across the security window, intense disgust and terror would fill the depth of her eyes.