Novel & Cerita Through My Window Book Series

Killer? What killer? What side character? Were the floating words in front of me suggesting that a serial killer was hiding outside my window? In the lounge, I looked at the words floating in front of me. I was half-convinced I was losing my mind. I cautiously pulled the curtain open and looked out of the window through the dim moonlight. Moonlight seeped in, spilling across the grounds below. The courtyard was vast and desolate, with not a soul in sight.

His voice chased me up the stairs, down the hallway, into my room. ‎ ‎I slammed the door, my hands shaking. ‎ ‎And then I saw something. ‎ ‎At the corner of my window, the curtains fluttered not from wind. ‎ ‎From a shadow. ‎ ‎No ‎A motorcycle. ‎ ‎Zayden. ‎ ‎Waiting at the edge of the street like he somehow knew I’d come. ‎ ‎I didn’t think. ‎I grabbed my shoes. ‎My jacket. ‎My phone. ‎ ‎And I climbed out the window, again.

Instead, I sat at the window and traced the sigils from Johanis’s book onto the fogged glass with my finger. They glowed faintly. A voice in the back of my head whispered again. ‘Open the door.’ But this time, I didn’t cry. I whispered back, “No.” And the voice screamed as if it was physically hurt because of my rejection. —-- Mama found me in the morning, curled up in the window seat with Mr. Bumble and a glowing red circle still pulsing faintly around us. “You kept it out,” she said softly, brushing my hair back.

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.

Ishtar has been mentioned in the book just once and besides that, there’s nothing about her. I close the book and eat some apple tarts as I read other books. I didn’t realize how long I’ve been reading but when a knock rings out on my door, I notice for the first time that I’ve been lying on the floor by the huge enchanted window, surrounded by books and food, reading.

_____ **Chapter 13 (Continued): Echoes of Hope** The city below sprawled like a vast tapestry, each building and street bearing silent witness to the chapters of my existence. The bustling life outside seemed incongruent with the quiet turmoil that raged within. As I lingered at the window, the cityscape below became a metaphor for the labyrinthine emotions that entangled my heart—a complex network of hope, regret, and an unwavering determination to reunite with Evelyn.

Azura The sun casts its first light through the narrow window of my room, filtering in golden rays that warm my skin. The previous day’s events are still vivid in my mind—Bertha’s ritual, the searing flames, and the bittersweet reunion with my wolf. I rise from bed with a mixture of relief and apprehension.

He lays me down on the bed, and I start to drift back to sleep when suddenly I remember that I can’t just fall asleep and wake up in the morning. I have to seal the windows first. My eyes fly open and I sit up, moving out of Lucas’s embrace. “What are you doing?” he asks as I get out of bed. “I need to seal the windows.” “Right.” He sits up, moving his pillow against the headboard, and watches me. I pick up the bowl that I filled with herbs earlier and invoke them. Using magic, I set them on fire and waft the smoke around the window. “Smoke thick as clouds and black as night, keep this room safe from the harm of light.” The smoke fills the window frame, blocking out everything from sight.

My Forever Man chapter 8 My Forever Man chapter 8 I was awoken early in the morning by the sounds of birds outside the window. As I stretched, I looked towards my bedroom window and saw a very large red bird. But not just a normal red but like glowing shiny fiery reds and he was sitting on my windowsill. It was some sort of parrot as bright as a fire! I gently and quietly got out of my bed to get a closer look. As soon as I got to the window the bird turned and looked at me. It had the deepest looking red eyes, I felt it was staring into my soul. I’m familiar with parrots of my world and this was a parrot spliced with fantasy and sci-fi madness.

LAUREL’s POV ONE HOUR BEFORE HELIOS ENTERS THE DARK FOREST I haul myself up over mother’s old furniture, chairs, and cupboards to climb to the top of the stack where the window lies. And with trembling hands, I yank the planks off. The rusty nails give way, the wood crumbles and the dilapidated planks disintegrate into a flurry of dust. Then, balling my fingers into a fist, I smash the window. CRASH!