Through My Window Series Novels & Stories

Spray mosquito killer through my broken windows to suffocate and poison me? I knew he was outside my room now, standing in front of the window, staring at it in defeat. He didn't do anything but stand quietly, which brought a cocky smile to my lips. I put a layer of my kind of Christmas decorations. Thick layers of barb wires welcomed his sight. I doubt he could still stick his hands on the wholes he made; else, he'd get grated by the rusty pinpricks.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some neighbors are friendly. Others are dangerous. And the most addictive ones watch you through the window until watching is no longer enough. Tonight’s confession is about mutual obsession across glass — until one night the window is no longer a barrier. This one is intense, voyeuristic, and full of raw stalker-next-door heat. Here is the confession of “The Neighbor’s Window.” --- **Story 9: The Neighbor’s Window**

She's still holding my arms while talking and smiling with them. I pull my arm. She let it slip from her hold, my whole body tightens when her fingers brush on my strong skin. I hoist it up, " Yes," I glare afar through the glass window. The glass is bulletproof. I clench my hand as bullets hit the window continuously. something is really going on wrong. I release an exasperated sigh.

They ate dinner in complete silence. Other than the sound of their cutlery, there was nothing that collided with their sense of hearing. Elysia could not get the fact out of her head that she was being affected by his astonishing presence. But she treated this dinner as a friendly meal. 'You are not allowed to have feelings for anyone.' She scolded herself and did not dare to look at him. In a split second, the huge glass window shattered. Like, it is a wall of sand and it floats away as the wave hits it.

The room, bathed in this newfound radiance, felt charged with an unspoken promise. Peering through the window, my eyes widened with disbelief and joy. There, in the distance, a minivan emerged into view. Its silhouette was unmistakably similar to Sergio's vehicle—the one we had driven into the night. My heart skipped a beat, and a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins.

The photograph was not taken from inside my room. It was taken through the window. From outside. The angle came in low and slightly to the left, catching my desk and the edge of my bed and the sunflowers on the sill, but the glass itself was visible at the very edge of the frame, a thin reflective line I had missed the first time because my eyes went straight to the dead flowers and stopped there. Through the window. Not inside.

I pressed my fingers on the floor, supporting myself to get up. In seconds, I was up. I looked around, and there was only one way to leave here. The window. I chuckled. A sad sound. Because there was no way I would fit in through the window. Unless… My eyes looked around… The baseball bat. I rushed to it. Picking it up, the bat connected with the glass. Shattering it. Four more hits, and I was sure I could pass through. Instantly, My head popped out of the window. But not before—

I decided to get out through the window but then I noticed that it had been completely covered which one would that had been nailed through it to keep it in place I knew that I had not been staying in this place for that long but I had being so oblivious not to know that the window had been completely sealed. it was a very tense situation I didn't even have time to think about while the window had been sealed at all and I began to look for another way out of the cleanse I was coughing and my question was becoming blurry pieces of wood were falling off and hitting the ground I have to be very careful with how I was threading or else I might be smatched heartlessly by one of them.

Anger coursed through my veins, fueling my determination to confront Martha, even though deep down, I questioned whether she would be willing to engage in a conversation with me. As I approached the table, a heavy sigh escaped my lips, a poignant gesture that mirrored the weight of my emotions. I couldn't help but turn my gaze towards the window, seeking solace in the outside world. The view outside seemed to reflect the turmoil within me as if nature itself understood my inner turmoil.

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.