Through My Window Book Novels & Stories

Fumbling around the sashes, looking for a lock or something to open the window, my heart skipped a beat. I realized there was none to begin with. The window was sealed shut. Secondhand disappointment coursed through my veins. But no. A glass couldn't hold me back from going back to my father. I wouldn't let it. Looking around, my eyes ceased at the lamp on the bedside table. I grabbed it upside down and positioned myself before the window. With all the might I could gather, I casted it at the glass. The second my hand lost the contact, I braced myself as the sound of glass shattering filled the room. Maybe the outside as well. But I didn't care.

As I’m climaxing, I feel the presence of someone watching me through the bathroom window. The window has no curtain since our bathroom faces the woods behind our house. The window is just high enough to only show my shoulders and head; I put my hand on the window to wipe away the fog caused from the hot steam. I didn’t realize before I started to really look around in the backyard that my wolf Mia started helping me see through the darkness with wolf vision. I see eyes in the woods glowing silver looking up at me.

With a groan, I smash the stone through the window beside the door. The glass shatters. I reach through carefully, unlocking the door from the inside and pushing it open. Finally. I really hope the journal is here. Dusting my hands, I enter inside the building. The entire place looks so empty and there are cobwebs hanging from the roof and windows. On my right, the wall cabinets are dusty, their glass doors reflecting the weak sunlight coming through the broken windows. Far ahead, the examination table in the center of the room is covered with a white sheet that is also dusty and filled with cobwebs.

I snorted at myself As they were going to tell me. I rolled my eyes, pushing away from the window. A thick, unbreakable glass which I wasn't certain would be possible in werewolves' world kept me cut out of the world. A few days! He was asking for a few days. Why? There was no escaping that gruesome memory. It jolted my body whenever I called the sight, no matter how hard I tried to push away. Blood on Snow, crimson dripping from his wounds! I shook my head. I let my gaze wander over to the bookshelves. I plucked a random book. I was going to try to focus on it, instead of mulling over it.

Anna's POV I glanced out of the window, the rain pelting against the glass in a relentless symphony. The storm mirrored the turmoil in my heart as I tried to make sense of the events that had unfolded over the past few days. My life had taken an unexpected turn, plunging me into a dangerous game of survival. It started innocently enough, with strange occurrences that I dismissed as mere coincidences. A missed step on a slippery pavement, a close call with a reckless driver. But as the incidents piled up, their sinister nature became apparent. I was being targeted, and my life was in grave danger.

His room. The window was cracked open, just like always. The polished gold rods beneath it gleamed like something out of a fairytale, elegant, useless, and exactly what I needed, fancy and utterly impractical for security. But perfect for girls in love. I gripped them tight, ignoring the sting in my palms as I climbed. My knees scraped against brick, the sky yawning wide above me, starless and spinning. I smiled. Almost there. But when I peered into his window, my smile died.

I frantically searched for a way to unlock it, my heart racing with anticipation. Finally, I found a small latch hidden in the frame. I flipped it open and pushed the window wide. A cool breeze rushed in, carrying the scent of damp earth and leaves. Without hesitation, I climbed onto the windowsill and peered out into the darkness. The ground was a long way down, but I didn't care. I had to get out of here. Taking a deep breath, I launched myself out of the window, plummeting towards the ground. Time seemed to slow down as I fell, my stomach lurching with fear.

he said, throwing me a UV torch. I caught it and flicked it on as I ran out the door, Burney one step behind. I sprinted over shattered glass sprinkling the concrete path like thorns, dimly aware of it piercing my feet. I grabbed the door handle to the other room and swore. It was locked from the inside. "We'll have to use the window," I called over my shoulder

NIGHT WAS SLOWLY FADING AWAY. The stars seemed to dim with the break of daylight that was slowly and calmly coming in. I stood gazing out the window in a state of utter apprehension struggling to fathom the very path that had led my life to this bleak dead end. The small wooden brown window with thin glass shatters, the place that had now become a permanent spot for me to sit and ruminate on things; ruminating on my entire existence on this Earth brought me some form of closure and comfort. It eased my internal pain and I felt everything was going to be just okay. The window that had bore witness to my bleak and sad life also bore my happiest moments.

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