Through My Window Book Series Novels & Stories

I hope that our little run-in didn’t run Sapphire off. Besides class, my gem has more or less avoided me. Karli has tried talking to me a few times since, but that should stop now. I ripped into her yesterday. I even made her cry, which I don’t feel bad about. She had it coming. If it weren’t for our class, I don’t think I would even see Sapphire. I smirk when I walk into the library. I see a head of blue hair hiding in one of the corners. I nod at a few people I know studying here as I approach her. The entire area in front of her is covered in books and papers. I pull the chair beside her, ensuring the feet scrape against the floor. Her face jerks up as our eyes meet.

There had to be another way out. The window. I ran to it and tried to push it open, but it was jammed. I grabbed a chair and smashed it against the glass. The window shattered, and cool air rushed in. I climbed through, cutting my hands on the broken glass. I didn't care. I hit the ground outside and rolled, clutching the manuscripts to my chest. I looked back at the studio. The flames were everywhere now, consuming everything. I could hear sirens in the distance. People were shouting, running.

My healer's instincts told me we would need every advantage we could get. Liza sat surrounded by towering stacks of texts, her glasses sliding down her nose as she referenced multiple sources simultaneously. The golden afternoon light streaming through my stained-glass windows caught the dust motes dancing around her, creating an almost mystical atmosphere that suited our grim task. The windows themselves told stories in colored glass - ancient tales of our people, of magic both light and dark. Today, their warnings seemed especially poignant.

And the freedom to running across a wide, empty field, screaming my lungs out without a soul to stop me, because the land is mine. But reality cut me down quick. “Too bad I’m just a broke girl,” I muttered, anger slicing through me. BANG! The lightning bolt rattled the windowpanes, making me jump. The curtains rustled, though the windows were closed. The abandoned book on the floor began to flip its own pages as if an invisible hand were skimming through. My first thought was, 'It’s just the wind.' Except the wind wasn’t coming from outside, it was pulsing from the book itself.

I whispered as the window get moist with my breath. The season was changing and so our lives. Author's Note: Hey everyone! Five more chapters and the book will be completed! Whose excited? Thanks a lot for the support!

I use my free hand to try and open it, but the locks are hot and almost melted, and they burn the tips of my fingers at the first touch. I try to use my shoulder to break down the window, but it's of no use. There's only one thing to do. I have to launch myself through the window, but everything and everywhere is so hot. I can't even see to breathe. My cough increases, and my lungs feel like they've had enough. I know I only have a few minutes before I finally lose consciousness. I wrap my arms around the boy and tuck him between my chest andI turn my back to the window, and with full force, I lurch myself through it. I land outside on my back with a few pieces of shards that aren't afraid t

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

I pushed down with all my weight until the beam shifted off his legs. I dragged his body through the broken window on the east side of the building. The jagged glass cut my right wrist deeply. I drop the book onto the mahogany desk a the paper pages flutter shut and y breath stops entirely in my lungs and my skin turns cold. I pull back the sleeve of my own shirt. I look at my legs. I remember that night through a fog of pain. I remember waking up for one second in the dark and it was the sound of an iron pipe hitting concrete. I remember the cold air of the alleyway on the east side of the building.

She hurriedly made her way towards the open window, determined to secure it shut before any unwanted consequences could occur. As she reached out to grasp the window latch, her heart pounding in her chest, the book she had been engrossed in slipped from her grasp and tumbled to the floor with a soft thud. Lith's eyes darted to the fallen book, a momentary distraction from her task at hand. Frustration mingled with anxiety as she contemplated whether to retrieve the book or secure the window first. She hesitated, torn between her love for the story and her duty to follow her parents' instructions. Ultimately, her sense of responsibility won out, and she made a swift decision.

Porter stated from his position at the window holding his hand out for my almost empty bottle. I took up his position scanning the street and the houses opposite for any movement. “Hey look, a cat.” I murmured. I hadn't seen one in years, it was strange now. Seeing one roaming the streets like everything was normal while the rest of the world was falling apart. Jake stepped up behind me again so close that I could feel the heat off him and I swallowed passed the lump in my throat.