Novel & Cerita Through My Window Book English

I paused my eating and crouched as my eyes turned to the window. Small murmurs and laughter echoes from outside as large shadows passes by. I turned my gaze to an open window before bringing it to the slowly approaching figures. I muttered a cuss under my breath as I quickly left the table and ran to the window. Carefully, I crawled out the small space, careful to not let any of the broken glass cut me, and landed softly on the grass outside just as the wolves pushed the door open.

When daddy finds out he's going to skin him. I rolled back onto my side and looked out the window at the tops of the trees in the distance. I didn't know that our windows aren't really windows until today. I could see through other people's windows with the drone, but when I buzzed our house earlier, all I saw was the reflection of the light outside. Daddy had surrounded the whole house with one-way glass.

I said smiling at the building through the window "stay right here" he said as he moved out, immediately he moved out of the car, the glass of the window began rising upwards till it was totally covered and I couldn't see anything from outside anymore since it was a dark window glass "driver please put down the window glass or please let me go" I said to the driver as I pushed open the door but it was locked "pl.. Please let me go.. Please open the door for me sir" I said but the driver didn't even bother to look at me or my direction, oh God help me, just when I was about to speak again, the door opened and I adjusted myself immediately thinking it was Alexander

explained Anna. I let out a sigh of relief, understanding this situation now. I only replied to Anna's words with a faint smile. Anna walked through my room with her eyes, as if she was assessing the decoration of my room, which to me looks familiar. "You must be comfortable with a wide window like that," said Anna, pointing at my bedroom window. My bedroom window curtains open wide enough to reveal the darkness of the night "Are you uncomfortable? I'm going to close this window curtain," I said

Rose The sun shone in through the open window as a gentle breeze tickled my nose, wafting the comforting scent of my old books around my room. I cracked my eyes open and wiped them, trying to adjust to the morning light streaming in the room. It seems I had fallen asleep reading in the old worn-out leather comfy chair in the corner of my bedroom.

Window. I scrambled to my feet, adrenaline spiking. The window was low, just above the sloping roof of the porch—a perfect escape I’d used as a kid. I shoved it open, cool air hitting my face as I swung one leg over the sill. The book went into my hoodie pocket, heavy against my side. I slid out, my sneakers scraping the shingles as I dropped to the grass below. Ben’s beat-up sedan idled at the curb, headlights off. I ran to it, yanking the passenger door open and sliding in.

Rain cast a gloomy haze across the back garden, fading the familiar vibrant shades of red and purple Kit was used to gazing upon to drab hues. Yet, sitting in the window in the library looking out over the empty grounds refreshed her spirit somehow. It was as if the drops that hit the window pane reached her soul and cleansed it.

The window is the correspondence between the inside and the outside before anyone has arrived. He put the letter down. He thought about the window working in both directions. He thought about the east window at forty centimetres as the window the sea children looked through and the window the arriving children looked through in the opposite direction — the room visible from the field, the room presenting itself to the children who were coming to it. He thought about the window as the correspondence between the inside and the outside, the building and the approaching world, the room and the children not yet in it.

JASMINE A few days after Blake’s confession, I was lying in bed late at night, absorbed in a book, when I heard a tapping on my window. Ping. The sound of something hitting the glass clanged. I got out of bed to see what was happening, pulled back the curtains, and looked out my window to see that Blake was outside my house winding his arm back. Ping. A pebble hit my window. I opened it, the warm summer air entering my room, and poked my head out to see him smiling at me and waving his hand, signaling for me to come out.

I lifted the torch that was in my hand to give light on my way because this part of the building has no windows in it and had no sunlight for natural lighting. When I saw the door, I immediately opened it and was welcomed by a large room with books arranged on the shelves properly. The one and only window that was large enough to give light to everything in the room was covered with thick and heavy clusters of curtain. I put the torch on the stand by the door and walked towards the large window. I used the movable stair for the books to go and reach the curtain and shove it on the side. I closed my eyes when a ray of sunlight suddenly hit me in the eye, I just smiled. After that, I returned