Through My Window Novels & Stories

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?

Fueled by the moment's enthusiasm, I navigated to the window with trepidation and excitement, my pulse quickening with the rising tide of anticipation. The night air enveloped me in its embrace, its cool touch starkly contrasting the fire that burned within my veins. With trembling hands, I pushed the window open, allowing the silvery moonlight to cascade into the room and bathe me in its ethereal glow. In my mind, Jasmin's voice offered a reassuring presence, a gentle reminder of the power within me, urging me to embrace the unknown confidently.

Dax's words were like a sharp knife that stabbed my heart, reopening a healing wound. His words were like salt that rubbed an open injury. It stung me, filling me with searing pain as I remembered my past. Transferring all the aggression on the windows, I scrubbed them with all my might, crying profusely. By the time I got to the brothers' window, I wiped my tears and cleaned my face with the dew that dropped on my palm. Their window was tinted in such a way that it reflected the image of the things outside only. No one would be able to see them from the inside.

Julia’s POV Reaching my room, I leaned against the door, exhaling sharply as I pressed my temples. I entered and sank onto my bed. And for a moment, I let myself breathe. But then, a faint tink sound came from the window as I paused, my head snapping toward the window. Another tink came again, sharper this time, like a pebble striking the glass window. My pulse quickened as I stood, curiosity overriding my exhaustion. I approached the window, the curtains swaying slightly in the night breeze as I peered out into the darkness outside to see who was throwing little bricks towards my window.

A faint light was shining from above. I looked up. A window. “Thank God…” I whispered, swallowing hard. I gauged the size, struggling to brace myself. “I think I can fit through.” I stretched my arms out and pushed the glass pane outward. The sound of the metal creaking echoed louder than it should have. I opened the window with effort, trying to stay focused, but before I could fully lift myself, a voice sounded nearby. “Lauren, you sneaky little thing.” James’s voice rang out playfully.

Like the soul of every silent moment I had ever endured had risen at once to roar. My window cracked, and the glass shattered into several pieces behind me.

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!

My hand drags down my stomach, nails grazing skin, and the moment I let the lace slip lower, I swear I hear something outside my window. I glance toward it curtains drawn, but the streetlight spilling a faint glow through the gap. Another message. I’m closer than you think.

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.

Not like this. Not with— I reached the back corner, and saw it. One window with the curtains wide open. It was our bedroom window and although the glass was locked shut, I could see through it and probably call someone that might be passing. Light spilled outward, cutting through the rain as I stepped closer and looked gazed insides I was made to freeze. At first, I didn’t understand what I was staring at as I saw movement but then I blinked and it became clear with the sharp sting in my chest.