Through My Window English Version Novels & Stories

She disappears into the night and I lean against the window, heart thundering in my chest as I anxiously wait for her signal. My eyes scans the darkness outside, searching for any sign of Astrid. Each passing second feels like an eternity as I strain to catch a glimpse of her. A click behind me has my head snapping back. My heart lurches into my throat when the doorknob twists. Once. Twice. Someone's trying to get in. Alaric? With half a thought, I leap out the window, landing roughly on my feet. The jolt of impact vibrates through me, my teeth clacking together. Ignoring the discomfort, I sprint away, not stopping until I found myself surrounded by a forest.

' 'I doubt very much you'd go to the trouble of saving me and feeding me, just to drop me out of your window,' I said. 'True, of course, but you're not entirely sure I wouldn't do it, are you?' He grinned. 'And just for the record, I wouldn't throw you out the window. I'd force you through the wall. Being chucked out of a window is nothing compared to having your atoms physically pushed through brick. A few seconds of that and you'd be begging me to hurl you out of the window instead.'

Devoid of even a window blind to cover its nakedness from the world. Looking back, that should have been my first warning that something wasn’t quite right with that home; unfortunately for me, my heart was taken by my husband’s excitement and it helped to cloud both my judgment and stomach-turning worry that house left me with that afternoon. Like this window in my new home, that window was the sign, but I was illiterate and unable to read.

Chapter: 56 ****** ALTAIR: As I slipped through the window into the familiar confines of my bedroom, the weight of the night pressed down on me like a shroud. The chill of the evening air followed me inside, but it did little to alleviate the heaviness in my heart. I closed the window behind me, the gentle click of the latch echoing with a finality I was unprepared to face. Tears spilled from my eyes the moment I fell onto my bed, the soft sheets offering no comfort against the turmoil within.

Window. I scrambled to my feet, adrenaline spiking. The window was low, just above the sloping roof of the porch—a perfect escape I’d used as a kid. I shoved it open, cool air hitting my face as I swung one leg over the sill. The book went into my hoodie pocket, heavy against my side. I slid out, my sneakers scraping the shingles as I dropped to the grass below. Ben’s beat-up sedan idled at the curb, headlights off. I ran to it, yanking the passenger door open and sliding in.

Ask, and it will be given to you. Knock, it will be open for you. And seek, you will find it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ The morning strikes on the sheer curtain, but not the shimmering lights; instead, the roaring clouds brought the brisk water pouring on the windowpanes. Ruben fluttered his eyes and welcomed the gloomy weather flaring its arms outside the window. The splattering of water scrubbed everything and made him ponder to look in the direction where his eyes always used to find Arlet.

I walk to the window and, surprisingly, it opens. One small detail, the window is not very big. It's long but not very wide. I don't think my gigantic ass would fit through there. "You go first," I say to Marea, watching around us to make sure we’re safe. Mar agrees and squeezes through the window with difficulty, even more than I expected, "Come on, Marea, don't play, just get in."

He took one plate and threw it against the window, breaking it into a thousand pieces. Peter approached through the broken window and said, “Can you tell me what the fuck is going on?”

I can see the curtain, the shadow of someone moving inside. The message reads: I am not there anymore. I am closer. I am inside. I have been inside. I am in your walls. I am in your vents. I am in your head. I have been here all along. You just did not see me. I stand. I walk to the window. The glass is cold against my forehead. The fire escape is empty. The metal is wet. The stairs lead down into the dark. The window is locked. The latch is secure. I check it twice.

The window was shut though so I needed to get her to open it first. I bent over and picked up a handful of small pebbles from the ground then I straightened and threw one at the window with not too much force so the glass wouldn't shatter. The light thud of the pebble hitting the glass echoed and I glanced warily at the other windows, hoping I wouldn't wake Beta Michael and his mate. I waited for a few seconds and whispered a prayer to the moon goddess before throwing another pebble at the window My lips spread in a grin when I heard footsteps from her room rushing towards the window and in a spilt second; I was blessed with a view of her beautiful face as she unlocked the window and pulled