Through My Window: Looking At You Book Novels & Stories

It was a soul-wrenching piece of sheets. I got myself lost in the world, forgetting about the asshole and all that had happened but his eyes kept flashing in my vision. I could not help but close the book and forced my eyes close. When I could not get some sleep, I scrambled up and walked towards the window. Looking outside, my eyes traced every scene and sight and I let out a deep breath. I was not going to let my new neighbor get to me, especially this asshole. I noticed the window to a room was left open and a thought twinkled in my head. Haha, nice idea.

Chapter 35 ******Amira**** The sun was streaming through the window as I opened my eyes. The light was warm and inviting, and I felt a sense of renewal. I got out of bed and made myself a cup of coffee. I sat at the kitchen table, taking in the morning sun and savoring the warmth of the beverage. I felt a sense of possibility as I looked out the window, seeing the world in a new light. It was a new day, and I was ready to embrace it.

He nodded once, as if that were a perfectly ordinary destination, and pulled into traffic. As we moved through the city, I watched the apartment building recede and then disappear entirely, swallowed by the ordinary geometry of streets and intersections. I didn't look back. I kept my gaze forward, or sideways, watching the city blur past the window , familiar landmarks drifting by like things seen from the window of a departing train. The bookshop on Renner Street where I used to spend Saturday afternoons. The intersection where Victor and I had our first real argument, standing on the corner in the cold arguing about something neither of us actually cared about, both of us using it as a pro

Emma's POV The words hang in the grey air between us, cold and sharp. The nursery window. My hand does not shake. I do not let it. But the stone pavement beneath my boots feels suddenly unstable, as if the ground itself is shifting. In my mind, I see the small white frame of the window at the end of the hall... the one that looks out over the quiet courtyard... the one where Willa stands in her pajamas to watch the rain. I see a hand reaching through the glass.

I looked around the room and didn’t try to perform sensitivity like anyone would; instead, I acted as though everything was normal, which it truly was. I first tried the latches on the window to see if they worked, and they did, so I pulled them apart and allowed fresh air into the room. “Is that hers?” I asked, referring to the book on the windowsill. It looked like what only a lady would own. “Yes.” He replied. I cautiously picked it up, running my hand through the dusty surface. “Tell me something about her that was funny,” I said, turning around to look at Lucian, who I didn’t realize was staring at me with a dreamy look on his face. The moonlight streaming in through the window shone di

His cock filling me while thirty stories of city watch through the glass. I moan against the window. My breath fogs the glass. His hands grip my hips – the first time his hands have been on my body below the neck – and he pulls me back onto his cock while pressing me forward against the window. The cold glass on my tits, the hot cock in my pussy, the city below – the contrasts shatter me.

“I'M HORNY” 1 I stood by my bedroom window, the curtains pulled just enough to give me a perfect, unobstructed view across the narrow alley into his floor-to-ceiling glass. The city lights outside painted everything in soft neon and gold, but my eyes were locked on the scene unfolding directly opposite me on the 12th floor.

My breath rushed out in a harsh gasp as I caught myself, palms stinging once more. Only then did I take it in properly: the wide room, walls lined neatly with books and files, the sleekness of a desk standing at its centre like a throne. A floor-to-ceiling window was cracked open behind the desk, to what appeared to be noon now, the curtains stirring slightly with the breeze… mocking me with the nearness of freedom. The room cramped in. Glossy wood, intentional order, and power appearing to be in every detail. Yet my eyes kept dragging back to the open window. Close enough to see, impossible to reach.

My anxiety was horrendous and it seemed like nothing I could do could remedy it. I blew a puff of hot air onto the window and outlined one of the trees. I then swiped it away to look at the yard once more before standing up to try and go to sleep. Before I rose to my feet, my eyes scanned the yard closest to the treeline, noticing a figure moving along it. I tilted closer to the window, trying to see if maybe my eyes were deceiving me. But, they weren’t. There was indeed a figure walking through the trees, weaving through them as if they were trying to be seen on purpose.

Telling me to hide like a scared little girl. I paced the room, “No, there’s no way I’m going to take orders from him!” With that, I turned to the window, yanked the curtain open wider just to spite him. Sunlight poured in, warm on my face. And I smiled at my mischievousness until u heard a low hum just outside the window. It was a small back drone, it was outside the glass, close enough that I could see the tiny camera lens glinting. My breath caught. It dipped slightly, and something fluttered against my window; a piece of paper fell into my room.