Through My Window Novels & Stories

The silence around me felt heavy and suffocating. As I gazed out of the window, I was filled with astonishment at the sight before me. Through the glass, I caught a glimpse of Sarah emerging from the front door of the house. The sunlight seemed to dance around her, illuminating the vibrant colors of her dress and casting a radiant glow around her.

Leaving me grappling with the predicament of how to overcome this obstacle. In a state of desperation, I frantically searched the room for any object that could serve as a platform. My eyes finally landed on a sturdy-looking stool, which I quickly dragged over to the bathroom. With trembling hands, I positioned it carefully beneath the window and climbed up, my heart racing with anticipation. Just as I managed to push the window open, the sounds of shouting and howling outside grew louder, signaling the approach of an impending battle.

I smirked as I used my free hand to turn the water on. “But… the windows. People can see in.” Her eyes watched the three windows that looked out over the driveway and front of the villa. “No one can look in. One-way glass. We can look out, but no one can see in.” I assured her, pressing her naked body against the glass.

Chapter 3- A Perfect Day Drrrrr! Crash! Bang! Melo was awoken by crashing and banging happening outside his room. What kind of ruckus is happening? He thought to himself. He slightly opened his eyes but all he saw were the lights peeking through his window blinds, beaming across the room. He scooted to the other side of the bed, facing his big glass window that is covered with white blinds. Then, he slipped two of his fingers in between the blinds and allowed just the right amount of light to pass through.

Sweat drips down my temple as I pry again and again, every creak of the frame a prayer. Finally, with a sharp pop, the window shifts wider. I stare at it, breathless. The window is high, too high to reach alone. My gaze sweeps the room and lands on the bed. I drag it across the floor, the legs screeching against the stone. My muscles scream, but desperation drives me harder. I push it beneath the window, i put the table on it, and the chair on top, then i climb slowly , and stretch upward again. This time, my fingers curl around the frame.

A mask slipped over my face. I disabled the mansion’s cameras through my phone, debating whether to take the back door or the window. The staff might delay me. The window was risky—but faster. Window it is!

The window was shut though so I needed to get her to open it first. I bent over and picked up a handful of small pebbles from the ground then I straightened and threw one at the window with not too much force so the glass wouldn't shatter. The light thud of the pebble hitting the glass echoed and I glanced warily at the other windows, hoping I wouldn't wake Beta Michael and his mate. I waited for a few seconds and whispered a prayer to the moon goddess before throwing another pebble at the window My lips spread in a grin when I heard footsteps from her room rushing towards the window and in a spilt second; I was blessed with a view of her beautiful face as she unlocked the window and pulled

No matter my emotion my eyes always seem to cry. When I reach my bedroom, I pace around listening to them laughing and joking, seriously why are they all here … one of them sure, but all of them is just ridiculous. I open my window needing some air. I still feel closed in. I open it wider looking out seeing the trilece climbing up the edge of the cottage. It’s not ideal but it will do. Looks like I’ll be jumping out the window again, twice in one week. Has it really only been that long?

I looked out of the window where trees and people blur pass. I'm coming to you. Trevor.