Novel & Cerita Through My Window: Looking At You Book

I watched from afar, looking at the destruction but unable to do anything or pass the invisible boundary that had kept me in the place leaving no scope to move or approach. Blood. Everywhere I looked, there was either blood or intense fire that looked redder than the color of blood itself. And suddenly, the view of one particular window of the palace surrounded by the flames of the gigantic fire flashed in front of my eyes. I looked at the window and despite it being miles away, I could see every single thing happening in the room. Every horrific event surged a part of me. Everything around me seemed to fall into the never-ending silence and the face of a little girl was what I saw, her iden

The plumbing in this realm is seriously lacking. I head back to my room, planning to continue reading the demon book, when something suddenly hits the window. I pause. What the hell was that? I stare at the glass. Nothing looks different. Did I imagine it? It’s not like hard objects can just fall from the tree above unless there are fiery acorns I somehow don’t know about. I’m pretty sure I would’ve heard of flying acorns by now. Then something invisible strikes the glass again. And again. And again.

Daniel's POV She had been gone for exactly four minutes when I stopped pretending to read the Meridian file. I pushed it aside and stood and walked to the window the way I always did when something needed thinking through that my desk could not contain. The city stretched below me in its usual indifferent vastness. Glass buildings catching afternoon light. Traffic moving in patterns that made sense from up here even when they felt like chaos from the middle of them. I had stood at this window a hundred times and found the view clarifying.

I went to the window and pressed my palm against the glass and looked at the garden in the first full light of morning — green and still and locked behind two inches of reinforced glass and twenty-two minutes of patrol. Outside. Still wanting it. Still here. I picked up the fourth book — the one I hadn't started yet, chosen by a man who had read my file and found patterns I hadn't known were there — and I sat in the chair by the window. His chair. I sat in his chair and I opened the book and I read. I didn't examine why I had chosen his chair. Some things you file without looking at them first.

For a long while I stared at the window, not ready to turn around. “You know staring hard at the window long enough won’t make you disappear,” Hearing his words didn’t make me feel any better but then his palm touched mine again but he never said a word. For a while we remained in that position yet I couldn’t look past the shame that was still holding me down. At one point, he took off his hand and from my peripheral vision I noticed his eyes were closed. Slowly, I turned to look ahead and try to occupy my thoughts with the book I’d picked to read in the course of the flight. At first, it was difficult to let go and focus on the story but then after a few minutes, I was completely lost in th

When would I be able to let him leave my snug embrace to slink back home to his "wife." The large picture window in the living room afforded me a spectacular view of Manhattan. Miles of city lights and moving cars lay before me like a sequin dress shifting in a gentle breeze. I always imagined that a few of the closer buildings might contain a peering telescope or two, but this thought had never swayed me enough to invest in large window coverings. "Let them look," I always thought.

I thought about him walking over, pushing my window open, sliding his hand under the covers without saying a word The thought alone made me break. A sharp gasp left my throat as heat rushed through me, the release flooding every inch of me until I collapsed back into the pillows, panting. Through the haze, I opened my eyes and froze. Across the way, his window was still open. He was there. Watching. And smiling. The Window Game I should have closed my blinds. I should have pulled the covers over my head and pretended I’d just been tossing and turning. But I didn’t.

Athen POV. I dashed towards the open window, feeling a chill run through my veins as the cold breeze rushed in and caused the pages of the forbidden tome to flutter restlessly. The room was dimly lit, but the pale light of the moon seemed to shimmer with a strange allure as I picked up the book with trembling hands. The Forbidden Knowledge. For weeks I had been yearning to unlock its secrets, to delve deep into its pages and uncover the truths that lay hidden within.

Hold. Out. But every time I exhale, I find my gaze drifting to the window. The same window someone tapped. The same window Lyon walked straight to when he came back inside. It looks ordinary now. Harmless. Almost innocent. But I know better. I take another breath—longer this time—and stand. My feet barely make a sound against the floor as I cross the room. I lift the edge of the curtain just enough to see the yard. It’s empty. At least, it looks empty.

I got up from my bed and walked towards the window. Parting the curtains to the side, the blinding light of the sun piercing through the window panes made me close my eyes for a moment. I closed my eyes tightly then opened them slowly until I got adjusted to the glare. The moment I gazed into the distance, all I could see was the rich and sprawling greeneries below the wide canopy of the sky, animated by its sailing, fluffy clouds. From where I stood, it looked like I was on top of a hill overlooking the rolling stretch of farms and plain below.