Through My Window English Version Novels & Stories

I have bruises all over my body, I looked around searching for an escape, I can't pass through the door cause the door is locked, the only thing I saw was holes that were guarded with an iron rod, a whole that served as a window for the sheep to receive air, I limped around the walls searching for anything that can serve as an escape for me, I was touching the walls with my palm when suddenly I felt a wooden sensation, I halted on my step and touch the wall again and that's when I discovered it was a wooden window but was covered in black paint so they won't be discovered,

When daddy finds out he's going to skin him. I rolled back onto my side and looked out the window at the tops of the trees in the distance. I didn't know that our windows aren't really windows until today. I could see through other people's windows with the drone, but when I buzzed our house earlier, all I saw was the reflection of the light outside. Daddy had surrounded the whole house with one-way glass.

Probably some local kids throwing rocks at the house. I'd thrash their little behinds. The moment the window was open, though, I realized my mistake. And fell back with a cry of fear as power surged at the gap before rushing through the wards and into my room. ***

I don't have to time to look for something warm so I will just go out like this . I open the small window quickly and look down calculating how I will jump and fall on the ground . It's not that high but I will definitely hurt myself . I jump from the window with my knees first and I drop down on the ground with a loud thud . "Ouch ,"I hiss touching my elbow as the ground scraps my skin . I sniff for any scent of a pack member around and thank God there is no one nearby. Well now it's time to shift . "Well now it's time to shift ,"I growl at London but I hear silence.

Anger coursed through my veins, fueling my determination to confront Martha, even though deep down, I questioned whether she would be willing to engage in a conversation with me. As I approached the table, a heavy sigh escaped my lips, a poignant gesture that mirrored the weight of my emotions. I couldn't help but turn my gaze towards the window, seeking solace in the outside world. The view outside seemed to reflect the turmoil within me as if nature itself understood my inner turmoil.

The moonlight streaming through the window illuminated the peaceful scene before her - Liam and Lola lay fast asleep in their beds, their gentle snores a soothing balm to her frazzled nerves. Amour's breath escaped in a sigh of relief as she approached their beds, her hands reaching out to touch their warm faces. "My babies," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Just as she felt her anxiety dissipate, a faint creaking sound came from the window. Amour's heart skipped a beat as she turned towards the canning of the darkness outside. *********** The window was open, the curtains billowing in the night breeze. And on the sill, a small piece of paper fluttered, a message scrawled in

Fumbling around the sashes, looking for a lock or something to open the window, my heart skipped a beat. I realized there was none to begin with. The window was sealed shut. Secondhand disappointment coursed through my veins. But no. A glass couldn't hold me back from going back to my father. I wouldn't let it. Looking around, my eyes ceased at the lamp on the bedside table. I grabbed it upside down and positioned myself before the window. With all the might I could gather, I casted it at the glass. The second my hand lost the contact, I braced myself as the sound of glass shattering filled the room. Maybe the outside as well. But I didn't care.

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 looked back into the trashed room in my efforts to break the window I had knocked things over, torn things, and left a trail of destruction. 'All for nothing.' I thought, then lifted my head and, without knowing it, gazed straight into their cameras. 'Please help me.' I mouthed the words, gripping the TV until my knuckles turned white, fighting to get oxygen into my depleted lungs. 'Help me. I am dying.' I gasp, swaying so violently I close my eyes, expecting to hit the floor, but when I open them again, I have somehow managed to manoeuvre the TV in front of the window.

· Someone had taken a picture of my window. · · From outside. · From very close. · And the message beneath it froze my heart. · “You’re next.”