Through My Window English Version Novels & Stories

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“Then you can suck my cock and enjoy every last drop rubbing onto your face. Again and again. You will stand there and take it exactly as I demand. I am in charge. I AM IN CONTROL HERE! ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES!” “Yes master,” came her soft reply. I look around, he’ll be expecting someone to come through the door. It could be a trap. Fuck it. I’m going through the window. Quickly I run into the suite next door, sprint across and open the stained glass window. I’m three stories high and a candidate for instant death should I fall.

I know I'm reading the words but nothing is translating back - it's frustrating to say the least. I sigh, my eyes finding their way to the living room window. It's a relatively nice day out with only a few scattered clouds. I barely have time to register my movements as I'm abandoning my book and making my way on to the front porch. I'm not technically leaving the house. I'll stay close.

I pressed my hand flat against the cold window glass and watched the river disappear behind us, and I thought: I saved you once. I will not be invisible twice.

"What are you talking about?" I watched as Tyler walked to the window and closed it as it began to rain. The sound of raindrops tapping against the windowpane echoed through the room, making a melody that perfectly mirrored the storm taking place within my heart. All the whispers that I had heard had slowly seeped into my consciousness, shattering the fragile façade I had constructed—one I had put up to convince myself that this would all be behind me.

{If I am in the hospital and gramma is here, it means that others will also be around here, and if they knew I am awake, then they will not let me go out of this stinky place, and who knows what if they called the doctor with injection}. I dropped my idea of going outside and looked for the other ways, which is not actually tough as there is a window on the right wall... {I will not go much far, and I will be back as soon as I hear the sound of the door} I promised myself and went towards the window, but as soon I put my hands on the window handle, someone opened it from outside with so much force that I was yanked out directly into that person, and both of us fell outside on the ground with

How? I turned my head slowly, and there he was. My breath caught in my throat as fear washed over me in waves. “I know what you’re thinking right now,” he said, his voice low and shockingly calm. He pointed toward the window, which was now open with broken glass glinting faintly in the moonlight. “I passed through the window.”

Sushi walked over and faced the large window that I usually use to look outside. Sushi growled and I closed my eyes because the glass suddenly broke and the wall had cracks. Suddenly there was a commotion outside because the loud breaking of glass was heard. I feel the cold wind. The whip is strong and some snow is carried into the room. Beest eft, I'll beest eyeless the moment we shall step out of the window. "Err, okay." I just answered even though I didn't understand what he said. Eyeless? Does he mean, can't be seen?

She collapsed onto the couch again, this time with no grace left in her body, just a heavy, bitter kind of exhaustion. She turned to face the wide glass window, her eyes blank, her mind spinning in loops. Outside, the city stretched out before her, glittering with the kind of indifference only a cruel universe could offer. The scene before her looked like it belonged on a cinema screen— a slow, torturous film montage of the last few days that refused to end. What a sick joke this all was.

Just one a weekend. I blew out a long breath, ready to tackle the English essay awaiting me, and sat Indian-style. A knock sounded at my window before I could start, and I frowned. My window? I crawled over my bed and pushed open my curtain and– Stared right into Austin’s face. He grinned. “What the?” I pushed the window open. “Just … What?”