Novel & Cerita Through My Window: Looking At You Book

I yell on top of my voice, if I could jump from the window I will do it, I run downstairs The guards try to ask me what's going on but that only made me angry, how couldn't they have heard what was going on! getting outside the van already start to move, I try running after the van... I run as fast as my legs could take me to the extent I couldn't even hear or feel my heart beating, so many emotions coming at me all at once, I can't loose my baby, I have to keep going, I... I can't stop....I feel my body start to slow down....the van was out of sight, I try to keep moving but I end up falling down, I hear a loud ringing in my ear, my vision starts to blur I see people gather me but I couldn'

Not to read or make any research, but to see Paris and maybe speak with her. When I crossed the window, I saw her sitting before a table lamp, flipping through the pages of that red book I saw her with earlier in the hall. I wasn’t surprised to see Liam walk out of the shelf corner. He tossed a book on the desk and sat. They started talking, but I didn’t care to eavesdrop this time. All I did was admire her. As I stood behind the library window, my hand rested against the cold glass as she moved closer to him. My eyes wandered over her, and something tightened inside me. Not pain exactly.

There was no oil paint texture. My heart stopped. I wasn't looking at a painting. I was looking at a window. It was a perfectly square pane of glass, set flush into the stonework of the chimney breast. The "frame" I had seen was merely the heavy, dark molding of the masonry. I hadn't been admiring a work of art; I had been peering through an observation port into the room on the other side of the wall. My breath hitched, hitching so hard it felt like glass shards in my lungs. Through that pane, the view was crisp, cold, and horrifyingly real. I wasn't looking at a still image. I was looking at a living, breathing person.

she says looking through the window. "Yeah, we are," I agree with her as I started to go through the pile of paperwork that's waiting for me, I started to work, not paying the little one much attention, she was glued to the window, it's bullet proof, it won't open or break, she was safe looking through the window as I finish my work.

Locals must use this as some sort of party spot. Gross, but thankfully, no murder scenes or visible animals waiting to attack me. I probably shouldn't want to see more because tiny goosebumps are popping up and down my arms, but the need to keep going is starting to overwhelm me. Trying to stall for a few more seconds, I stand back and look up. The window, which is almost as tall as me, has leftover pieces of glass piling round the edges. Walking through will be the easy part. Once I'm in, there's no telling what or who could be inside.

CHAPTER 133: A Breakfast Talk Pyra’s POV: The sun’s rays seeped through the gaps in the heavy curtains of the large window, casting golden streaks across the concrete floor of the FireHeart pack. The faint warmth kissed my skin, pulling me out of my thoughts as I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the bright light of the hallway.

1 MARIANA I wiped my hands on my apron, glancing out the window of my little bookshop. The late afternoon sun bathed the streets of Mexico City in a warm, golden light, making everything seem peaceful. But peace felt far away from me these days. Lately, I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me, lurking just out of sight. Maybe it was my imagination. My shop wasn’t exactly a bustling place—just a quiet corner where people occasionally wandered in looking for something old and forgotten.

No, the curtains would have blocked the view. His dark, piercing eyes swim through my vision. I shut my own eyes, but I can still see them. Sasha has a way of looking through you. He shreds your defenses with a mere glance, until you're exposed at his pleasure without any secrets to hide. Shivering, I wrap my arms around myself. I close the window fully. When I take one final glance out of it, the two of them are gone.

I didn't know what it was but the way the person was reading the book seemed important. Suddenly the woman looked at me but she was not actually looking at me.She was looking through me at what was behind me.Her face was blurry. I looked over my shoulder and saw the door of the room was open. The woman walked through me. I looked down at myself then back at the door . The woman was not there anymore. I went out of the room. Outside there was a vese shattered on the floor and the stool was laying on the floor. No one was there on that floor.

That door is sealed shut. That thought follows me into sleep. The quiet feels peaceful—until it isn’t. I see Lucien standing outside my window. My breath catches. His eyes pierce straight through me, like he’s pulling apart every wall I built, knot by knot. He steps closer, and my heart drops in horror when he passes through the glass as if it isn’t even there. It doesn’t break. It doesn’t make a sound. His eyes never leave mine, not even for a second.