Novel & Cerita Through My Window Book

And when I heard a distinct tapping noise on one of the tall glass windows, I let out a small scream and scrambled backwards, causing the textbook to fall out of my lap, and Chicken to let out a loud meow. "Are you crazy?" I shouted, looking back at the window when I had gained back my composure. Blake passed me a small sheepish grin from the other side of the glass doors and jerked his head ever so slightly, almost as if asking me to open them. I realized then that it was raining heavily outside, and he must've been soaked by now. I narrowed my gaze at him and took my time to think before standing up and trudging towards the glass windows. I unlatched the window and slowly opened them. "Wha

i said and closed my window back. I haven’t even sat down when he started playing again. I opened the window again and angrily threw my book at him,it hit his head and he fell down. “Are you dead? Please tell me you are dead” i said. “No,am not,am indestructible,now that i have novel, you are not getting it back” “Stop being childish, give me my book” “Remove your contact lenses first” What kind of person is this? I don’t think i can survive if this guy’s room is close to mine. T.B.C

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀 I stood beside my window, fingers pressed lightly against the cold glass, watching the world outside. The world that could never be mine… no matter how desperately I longed for it. My eyes were fixed on Lara Harvard. She lived next door, and from my window, I could see everything that happened in her vast compound, almost identical to ours, yet somehow so different. Hers felt alive. Mine felt like a cage.

Chapter 35 ******Amira**** The sun was streaming through the window as I opened my eyes. The light was warm and inviting, and I felt a sense of renewal. I got out of bed and made myself a cup of coffee. I sat at the kitchen table, taking in the morning sun and savoring the warmth of the beverage. I felt a sense of possibility as I looked out the window, seeing the world in a new light. It was a new day, and I was ready to embrace it.

I end up falling asleep to tat thought. I open my eyes and see the window open, snow and wind was flowing in. I slowly walk towards it. I look out and see scratch marks all over the window cell. I felt a shiver go up my spine, not because of the cold, but because I knew I wasn't alone.

Big glass window facing the porch. I stop in the middle. He shuts the door behind him. “We’re talking now.” “Sure,” I say. “Talk.” He opens his mouth. I grab the heavy stone coaster off the table and hurl it at the window. Glass shatters loud. I’m already running. I jump through the broken frame. “Lyra!” Aldric roars. I don’t stop. I sprint down the path, past the other cabins, straight to the main building. I slow to a walk the second I hit the entrance. Wipe my face with my sleeve. Breathe.

I only went to the stream that day I dug lilies. He looks into the window of my car, at what must be the girl's crouching form. My eyes blur and ny heart continues to thud. I don't know what to do! I can't just watch, but Hell if I want to be harmed either. I softly cluck to Creature to get him into the room. I shut the window until the gap is barely visible, just enough to hear through. Completely out of sight, I slide against the wall to grab a hanging mirror. I crawl back under the window, ducking and positioning my mirror so I can see out through it. I tap once on the wall below the window to get Creature to bark. And he does! His deep roofs carry outside and his front paws are supported

I run my hand along the edges, feeling for any leaks of warm air coming in from outside, and feel nothing. “And this window was replaced.” I turn, looking at Pandora. “It’s not like it’s special magic glass or anything.” I bring my hand down, and my fingers catch on the little gemstone wind chime I have hanging on the window. The chain breaks, and the chime falls into the sink. “Dammit,” I grumble. “I liked hearing this chiming when the window’s open.”

Thea’s POV Soren Solvane had no right to tell me who I could or couldn't see. I crouched by the side of the house and worked my fingers under the basement window frame. The front door would be locked — Aunt Margot never left it open for me — but the latch on this window had been broken since I was twelve. The night air stung my face. My eyes still felt raw from the crying I'd done in Soren's car, quiet and careful, turned toward the window so he wouldn't see. He probably saw anyway.

Casey P.O.V It was Sunday morning, and the sunlight streamed gently through my window, casting soft, golden shadows across the room. The faint chirping of birds outside my window added to the serene ambiance. I stretched lazily in bed, savouring the quiet, before finally pulling myself up. Another day, another routine.