Through My Window: Across The Sea Novels & Stories

How could I rest knowing that someone could use my own blood to pass through my wards and find me alone, sleeping? By the time I finally got tired of walking, I sat on the counter behind the bar and leaned my back against the etched glass. The bay glittered in the misty moonlight. White caps of foam splashed through the window, dark water swirled and flowed down. It was hypnotic and helped calm my nerves. Something fell, flopping into the ocean outside the window. I leaned forward, looking at the place where the water had been disturbed. What was it? Something shiny flashed, and then disappeared.

My thoughts then went on Calla, and I had come to believe that Sean was indeed interested, not with Calla, but me. I walked towards the glass wall and fixed my gaze on the vast stretch of the depths. It seemed endless, and I couldn't see an end to the rolling of the waves. The horizon looked bleak from a distance, but I knew that at the end of this journey, I would see unparalleled beauty. Just like life and its unpredictability. "Good morning, wife!"

I shift forward, eyes narrowing. Through the window, I can see the faint outline of a crib. Ariana’s shadow moves back and forth, slow, rhythmic, soothing. She’s singing. I can’t hear the words, but I know the melody. I press my hand against the cold windowpane of the car, fingers trembling. Something inside me twists tighter, darker. The glass fogs under my breath. I draw a line through it, just one, like I’m cutting the night in half. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” I murmur.

I don't even know how to explain the need that coursed through me so heavily when he asked me if he could kiss me, I only know it was potent and that it didn't take a minute for me to lose sight of all the promises I made to myself and say yes to that request. Lyros looks away and turns to open one of the curtains by the wall. I realize that if not for the light coming in through the doorway then we would have been in total darkness. I walk over to the other one and shift it to the side so we can get more light in the room. I'm not done moving the heavy dark curtains yet when the smell of the sea hits me again. The window is about my full height and four times wider than me. The grounds of t

[ Emerald ] I woke up to the sharp glare of coastal sunrays which were falling from the windows.My head throbbed with pain due to the last night's cries. The bitter memories flashed into my memories.Sliding off the bed lazily,I briskly walked to the window to feel the morning breeze.

That door is sealed shut. That thought follows me into sleep. The quiet feels peaceful—until it isn’t. I see Lucien standing outside my window. My breath catches. His eyes pierce straight through me, like he’s pulling apart every wall I built, knot by knot. He steps closer, and my heart drops in horror when he passes through the glass as if it isn’t even there. It doesn’t break. It doesn’t make a sound. His eyes never leave mine, not even for a second.

“Clean the east wing. That’s where I’ll stay.” “Yes, sir,” came the reply. I climbed the stairs slowly, my hand trailing the banister. The wood felt smooth, familiar, like touching the edge of an old scar. When I reached the landing, I stopped at the tall window that overlooked the sea. The waves below were black, crashing against the cliffs in slow, rhythmic violence. For a long moment, I said nothing. Just watched. Just listened.

Anna mouthed a sorry and I rolled my eyes and went over to the window side, my mother’s yapping being the background noise. I stood there by the window, looking at New York through the eyes of a lover, it was still as pretty as the first time I lay my eye on it. I didn’t pay attention to the ghost of a smile that formed on my face, I thought of Jason and how powerful I felt with him.

Sarcasm dripped from my lips. Eason mashed the button on the door, and the window crept down. "Are you insane?" I pulled on his arm. Leaning over him, I sent the glass in the opposite direction. "Now is not the time to stick your head out like a dog." He scoffed and again dropped the window. I died a thousand deaths when he stuck his hand out. While he smiled and waved at the gossip-hungry onlookers, I crouched as low in the seat as possible, hoping no one saw me. I didn't have to endure it long. The entire town wasn't more than five blocks. A feed and seed store and a tractor supply place were the only things left to ogle before the driver would enter Cross Acres. Everything on the left sid

The hair on her forearms lifted. “Cute,” she said, louder than she needed to. She closed the lid and set it on the mantle where the absent mirror had left a rectangle of clean wall, as if it had been there minutes ago instead of years. Scott drifted to the nearest window and thumbed grime into a porthole. The drive curved through high grass toward the gates, now a slice of brightness between the trees. Beyond that, the ocean glinted, storm curtains moving offshore like slow beasts. He pressed his forehead to the glass. His breath fogged the circle in and out. In the reflection, movement crossed the doorway behind him.