Romans & histoires The Woman In The Window

Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.

I look up from the sketchbook. The window above the kitchen sink faces a narrow alley between buildings, and the light through it is ordinary afternoon light, and there is nothing there. Except. At the edge of the window frame, at the periphery of the view, there is a figure on the street below. Female, from the posture and the silhouette. Dark clothing. Standing very still in the way that people stand when they are not waiting for anything but are simply being present in a location with intention. I stand up and move to the window and look down.

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.

She looked around and saw Alex right outside her window. She was shocked, but Alex quickly discovered that she had indeed something to do with the little demon. ‘Weird. What could’ve happened between a popular celebrity like her and an old lady?’ Seeing Alex’s inaction and his continuous staring into the window, the women below became enraged. The Advanced-Royal ranked one stomped her feet, and leaped up. She stepped on the walls and thrust herself upward, attempting to grab Alex by his collar. In turn, Alex grunted and jumped off the window.

i would watch what you do " the queen said making a movement for the guards to grab me, All i could do was stare accusingly at them , i just couldn't understand why they were doing this "when we realized your mother didn't die from a illness we made for her to die , we figured out who she really was and where she came from . When we found her on our land we thought she was a measly servant not a spy sent here from the north to get details on when our next hunt would be " she said walking around me . " you see she opened our eyes to the truth not to mention her mate was my husband " the queen said in disgust. There was that one word again that made my entire body feel like it was on fire

A bang - the window was closed. The suspect took advantage of the woman's daze and climbed out the window. Mary Kinson frowned when she heard this. She looked up at the window and could not see the figure. In a low voice, she breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it, let him get away! Damn snakes! She looked at the snake she had just touched with her fingers, her eyebrows drawing together and her eyes filling with disgust and resistance to the snake. She fought her nausea and carefully prepared to stand.

“That’s not what I saw.” I frowned. “You saw something?” “Yes.” Her voice shook with anger. “I saw with my own eyes how happy you were with the woman you brought into this house.” The moment she said that, confusion hit me instantly. Woman? “What are you talking about?” She shoved me hard enough to make me stumble slightly. “And the two of you didn’t even care that people could see you through the surveillance cameras while you flirted around the house!” Wait. Surveillance cameras— Everything suddenly clicked inside my head.

Inside the massive and spacious office, a woman stood in front of the glass-made floor-to-ceiling window with a glass of wine in her hand. Her spine was straight and rigid, and her hair was nearly tied to the back of her head. “Drinking again?”Mina asked with a sigh, but the woman did not react and proceeded to take a sip. “You will be scolded by Tiana once again.” Hearing that name, she paused and finally walked over to her desk to drop the glass of wine, finally turning to Mina. The woman had sharp but beautiful features. Her eyes were cold, but in a beautiful shade of blue that seemed like the waves of a sea.

But someone, somewhere, had tagged her as a proximity risk. An anchor. Which meant Ilya had orders. Sever the line. She reached the door. Slipped the lock without sound. Pushed it open— And paused. The woman inside wasn’t asleep. She was standing by the window, watching the snow fall. In one hand, she held a revolver. In the other, a photo—worn at the corners. Familiar. Serena at fifteen. Eyes hard. Face thinner. Bruises still fading beneath a hospital gown. Ilya recognized the file.

She was betrayed by the people around her. She got out of the car and looked at the woman who was lying on the road. It was so dark in that area that only grasses could be seen on both sides of the road. Because there wasn't even a single pole there, only the car's headlights and the moon provided them light. It was, indeed, the ideal setting to end a war. "Elena, please.... don't do this," the woman said weakly. "Shut up!" she yelled angrily, pointing her gun at her.