Through My Window Book Series Novels & Stories

I read the same paragraph four times before I gave up pretending. I went to the window. His car was still there. I went back to my book. The rain got heavier as the evening went on, building into a proper storm. Thunder rolled somewhere in the distance and the windows rattled with the wind. I made more tea. I turned the lamp up. I finished two chapters without retaining a single word of either of them. Every time I checked the window his car was still there. By the time the rain finally started to ease I was done waiting for this to make sense on its own.

The shadows pursued them, their movements unnaturally fast and erratic. One by one, the group climbed through the window, Anna clutching the book tightly to her chest. As her feet hit the pavement, she glanced back at the library. The shadows stood at the broken window, watching them with glowing eyes. One of them raised a hand and waved slowly before disappearing into the darkness. --

I thought as my head turned to a small window in the room. I saw smoke. I ran towards it, and there I saw the book being burned in a small fire. I quickly ran outside, but it was too late when I got there. Fire consumed the entire book. Madison had burned the book. I cried. How will I ever learn about my pack and my mom anymore?

Emma Watson The sunlight spilled through my bedroom window like a quiet invitation—soft, golden, almost apologetic. It was the first real morning I’d had in what felt like weeks. No gunshots. No screaming. No running. Just the distant hum of the city below and the ticking clock on the wall that reminded me life was still moving forward, whether I was ready for it or not.

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.

“The window!” Now comprehending, I snatch Ivy by the hand fair as she shifts back into human frame, and the two of us duck into the room. There’s a growl and a crash, and minutes afterward, Chart book takes after us. I have to battle to keep up the obstruction without being able to see it, and I turn to Chart book as we lurch toward the window, quietly signaling my question.

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.”

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.

Telling me to hide like a scared little girl. I paced the room, “No, there’s no way I’m going to take orders from him!” With that, I turned to the window, yanked the curtain open wider just to spite him. Sunlight poured in, warm on my face. And I smiled at my mischievousness until u heard a low hum just outside the window. It was a small back drone, it was outside the glass, close enough that I could see the tiny camera lens glinting. My breath caught. It dipped slightly, and something fluttered against my window; a piece of paper fell into my room.

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.