Through My Window English Version Novels & Stories

I went to take a shower after dinner. It was then that I suddenly saw a weird palm print on the glass window. Someone must have left that palm print behind with their soapy hand while taking a shower. The print was quite faint and white against the shiny glass on the window. It was obviously a woman's handprint, and it wasn't mine. My hand was a little bigger than this. So I couldn't have been the one who put it there. It couldn't have been my daughter, Bella Quinton, either. She had tiny hands and wasn't even tall enough to reach that spot yet. Also, it definitely did not belong to my husband, Rory Quinton.

Oh yess the window ! I went near the window fastly opening the curtains .I trys to open them but it's locked. I tried one more time, still jammed, in its place . Out of frustration I punched the window which resulted in my own painful fist ,damn it's hurting like bitch. And I am holding my throbbing fist with my other hand doing some kind of panda dance jumping on one leg to other in hope to reduce the pain. During my jump my eyes went towards the window again this time I noticed the outside surrounding and got shocked ,I was so busy in opening the window that I didn't notice the outside world.it feels like I am on some kind of hill because I can see the lake far from here.

Lying on my bed again, a strange noise suddenly struck the side of my fairly opened window, so heavily, leaving me appalled as I jerked hard like it was right inside my room. I stood firm, my gaze fixed through the window as I tried to wipe my eyes to see clearly what was outside. My mind kept processing everything… Everything... My view was blurry, snowlike, but with a heavy and thick soot forming like a dark cloud outside. I paused, trying to figure out what it was. My eyes kept blinking in shock. "Run Irisha.. run.. it's coming… oh no.. it's moving so fast.. run….!!!" Mella's voice peeped through, as I felt caught up between two worlds; confusion and total devastation.

I might not be a match for him if Luke is beaten by him and that's if I get there in time. Austin is going to kill me. I go to the window anyway. The side of the pack house is there, where the pack trains when the weather is nice. I open the window, wincing when it squeaks. It opens wider than I thought it would, it'll be easy for me to slip through.

That door is sealed shut. That thought follows me into sleep. The quiet feels peaceful—until it isn’t. I see Lucien standing outside my window. My breath catches. His eyes pierce straight through me, like he’s pulling apart every wall I built, knot by knot. He steps closer, and my heart drops in horror when he passes through the glass as if it isn’t even there. It doesn’t break. It doesn’t make a sound. His eyes never leave mine, not even for a second.

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 scream, desperately looking up the window. "Help me!" I cry again, as I forcefully hit the ground. "Help!" I groan, my body aching all over. The curtain on the window suddenly moves, making me scream even louder. A head suddenly pops out of the window, the person stares down at me and I gasp, all my pains forgotten, the maniac next to me, forgotten. "Miranda."

Thomas looked me in the eye and seemed to understand what I meant. _____________ I'll do anything to stop him...” He sighed. I looked down at the floor, trying to quell all those worries in my head. I let out another sigh. It was then that another projectile hit the window. Finally the tempered glass gave way and then broke into thousands of pieces, a burly, bald man emerged amidst the smoke from the rubble, he had a patch of black cloth covering his face, only his eyes were showing, Thomas held on my arm and then whispered.

She appreciated me. "Don't be in a hurry to leave, Mira," I said and my eyes darted to the window. It was still in good shape, but she had told me that the intruder jumped in from the window and shattered it. Why was it still in good shape? "Mira, your window is still in good shape but you said that it was shattered into pieces." "Ummm…" She stuttered, scratching her forehead. "I thought so too but I guess they found another way to come in."

Now this is the thing that tempted me, and exactly this is what I was looking for. I looked around for a second to make sure that I was alone before slowly making my way towards the windows slowly. Holding onto a glimmer of hope, I gently opened the window, only to be greeted by a breathtaking view of the garden below. It was a stunning sight, filled with a variety of vibrant flowers. And all I could see was greenery. While I would have normally appreciated the natural beauty, my heart sank when I realized that this window was not my way to freedom.