Novel & Cerita Through My Window Book English

Fueled by the moment's enthusiasm, I navigated to the window with trepidation and excitement, my pulse quickening with the rising tide of anticipation. The night air enveloped me in its embrace, its cool touch starkly contrasting the fire that burned within my veins. With trembling hands, I pushed the window open, allowing the silvery moonlight to cascade into the room and bathe me in its ethereal glow. In my mind, Jasmin's voice offered a reassuring presence, a gentle reminder of the power within me, urging me to embrace the unknown confidently.

He ordered tequila then his attention is back to me again. "I am not aware that you go to Bar like this, huh?" he asked me with raised eyebrows. Should he know everything about me? "You're not supposed to know. Besides, I only go once, not every day." In a small voice I promise. "Oh, that's sad and cruel..." He took a sip from his glass while still staring at me. My hands are getting cold because of the nervousness. I took the glass full of wine and drank it all at once. Fuck, the feeling is so good.

I cried out and raced to the door, and I was surprised the shadow person didn't follow me; instead, it burst my window glass and escaped from there. "Who wants to kill me?" (A/N: hurray beautiful readers! I think you need to grab a pack of popcorn, switch off your room light and Pay attention to the next action, steamy chapters! Love you!)

_*]:min-w-0"> POV: Miranda Prospero _*]:min-w-0"> I pressed my forehead against the cottage window, watching Papa and Ferdinand on the porch below. _*]:min-w-0"> Every word carried through the old glass. Every terrible revelation about my mother's death, about Ferdinand's father, about the power sleeping inside me that I'd never fully understood. _*]:min-w-0"> My hands trembled against the windowsill. _*]:min-w-0">

Dax's words were like a sharp knife that stabbed my heart, reopening a healing wound. His words were like salt that rubbed an open injury. It stung me, filling me with searing pain as I remembered my past. Transferring all the aggression on the windows, I scrubbed them with all my might, crying profusely. By the time I got to the brothers' window, I wiped my tears and cleaned my face with the dew that dropped on my palm. Their window was tinted in such a way that it reflected the image of the things outside only. No one would be able to see them from the inside.

Rebekah pov I stood by the window, the cool night air barely seeping through the glass as I drew in a deep puff of my cigarette. The smoke curled upwards, twisting and twirling in ethereal patterns, mingling with the shadows that cloaked the room. Outside, the darkness was thick, punctuated only by the distant, flickering glow of streetlights, while my mind wrestled with a chaotic storm of thoughts, each one entwined with the next like a tangled ball of yarn.

*** Daran Carver "Really innocent girl." I stood at the window of the den. I just got back after my business was done. I don't normally want to rush home like this. When choosing a book to read before bed, a firefly approached me and whispered something. It was then that I rushed to the window and took a look. She left the castle sneakily. "Apparently, she followed those naughty Jeveric. Yes, it will be a good lesson for her. Or vice versa, this will punish her for breaking the rules I set."

I don't miss him I'm just curious. Liar. I do miss him which is shocking and unbelievable, but I do miss and I'm not gonna deny it. My nails subconsciously begin to pick at the edges of the book in my hand, I've re-read one sentence for what feels like forever. My eyes and brain refuse to cooperate today, I know I'm reading the words but nothing is translating and it's frustrating to say the least. I sigh, my eyes finds their way to the window, it's a relatively nice day, the sky is blue with only a few clouds scattered around it giving it a breathtaking view.

Sushi walked over and faced the large window that I usually use to look outside. Sushi growled and I closed my eyes because the glass suddenly broke and the wall had cracks. Suddenly there was a commotion outside because the loud breaking of glass was heard. I feel the cold wind. The whip is strong and some snow is carried into the room. Beest eft, I'll beest eyeless the moment we shall step out of the window. "Err, okay." I just answered even though I didn't understand what he said. Eyeless? Does he mean, can't be seen?

He is going to kill me when he sees this. I had a “little” breakdown, and now it looks like a bomb went off. Chairs are overturned, books scattered, and the curtains now resemble a tattered flag on a battlefield. I catch my reflection in a cracked mirror. My hair is a mess, and my eyes are wild with anger and confusion. This isn’t me. What has gotten into me? I turn and look out the huge window. The moon shines above, and I feel both peace and turmoil. The room is eerily quiet until I hear the door softly creak open. Frank enters cautiously.