Through My Window Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 3- A Perfect Day Drrrrr! Crash! Bang! Melo was awoken by crashing and banging happening outside his room. What kind of ruckus is happening? He thought to himself. He slightly opened his eyes but all he saw were the lights peeking through his window blinds, beaming across the room. He scooted to the other side of the bed, facing his big glass window that is covered with white blinds. Then, he slipped two of his fingers in between the blinds and allowed just the right amount of light to pass through.

CHAPTER 133: A Breakfast Talk Pyra’s POV: The sun’s rays seeped through the gaps in the heavy curtains of the large window, casting golden streaks across the concrete floor of the FireHeart pack. The faint warmth kissed my skin, pulling me out of my thoughts as I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the bright light of the hallway.

The window, closed. Locked from outside. Someone nailed it shut while we slept. Someone wanted us to die. I kick it. Once. The glass cracks. Twice. It shatters. Fresh air rushes in. Cold. Clean. Life. "Climb out!" I lift Marcus. He is small. Light. He fits through the broken window, glass tearing his shirt. He doesn't cry. He is brave. He is so brave. I follow. My arm catches on the frame. Glass bites deep. Blood runs down my elbow. I don't stop. I don't look.

I know I'm reading the words but nothing is translating back - it's frustrating to say the least. I sigh, my eyes finding their way to the living room window. It's a relatively nice day out with only a few scattered clouds. I barely have time to register my movements as I'm abandoning my book and making my way on to the front porch. I'm not technically leaving the house. I'll stay close.

They need to rest, to forget about the horrors they’ve disclosed to me earlier, that our family is about to be torn apart. I know what I’m doing is risky, but I can’t help it. Without a sound, I get up and go to the window, carefully pushing it open. It’s narrow, and I don’t even know if my wolf, Ruby, would fit through. I am fairly sure I will, though. It opens into an alley between our building and another apartment building. When we first moved in here, I was worried that someone might try to break in through this window, but then I thought that was silly because you can see the window from the busy street outside and from the other apartment building. It’s a narrow alley, one where it wo

Tessa’s POV I ran toward my bedroom. Once I saw the window in the living room was opening, slamming the door shut behind me. The hissing coming from the window in my room had me nearly paralyzed. The window was pushed in and shattered to the ground. I stumbled backward as an unfamiliar face crawled through the window. I screamed, wondering if Joseph could hear me. I thought he could teleport. Why wasn’t he here? Just as I ran toward the door, my bare foot snagged on a piece of glass on the ground and blood spattered around me.

Elara'S POV “Good morning, miss.” Maeve brought me a tray for breakfast and quickly retreated as soon as I opened my mouth to ask more questions. I sighed. She wasn’t going to give me any answers. Alone, in silence, I ate while staring out the window. Snow drifted down with a hypnotizing allure as I watched one large, fluffy flake after another pass my window and disappear into the whiteness below. I’d tried to open it, to determine if it was a potential escape route, but it wasn’t that type of window. The single pane of glass was solidly anchored in the wall.

Selina's POV Windows have always been my favorite kind of lie. From this third-floor landing I could watch the pack without being part of it—pretend I was one of them, just another pair of eyes behind glass, without all the responsibility and history rotting inside my stomach. This morning was especially perfect for it: sun-baked snow sloshed in drifts against the battered siding, and the path to the common hall was churned to mud by wolf and human feet alike. The air was so cold it turned everything sharper, even my own thoughts.

I gasp for clean air, sending me into another coughing fit, because the longer I stand here, the more smoke fills the room. Think, Fiona. I glance around my small room, my eyes landing on the window. I’ve never opened it before, but it’s worth a try. Nothing like climbing out two windows in one day to get you feeling like a ninja. With one hand cradled to my chest and the other covering my mouth and nose, I shuffle over to the window. Flipping the little lock, I use my good hand to shove at the window. Nothing happens. It doesn’t even budge a little bit.

I swore to the Lord that I would repent but, I just couldn’t deny myself of this. Perched on my small but cozy wooden bed, engulfed in the soft folds of my thin but warm blankets, I let myself be completely engrossed into the book. The only noise that I let out were the occasional gasps and giggles that came out after getting excited by what the characters were up to. I was so oblivious to the world outside my book, that the whoosh from the window being opened passed by me. It was only when the gust of wind blasted into my room, tousling the littles strands of hair that had escaped from my bonnet in the process and sending the pages in my book fluttering, did I know that something was wrong.