Through My Window Series Novels & Stories

**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.

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.

I asked to no one in particular as I felt a cold sharp breeze go through me, my eyes followed the direction, and a window was cracked open, I walked towards it and pushed the glass further to open, from my standing direction I could see the moon so bright. The position of her painting stool directly pointing at the window, I know exactly why she chose it here, it looks beautiful. Why me though? Was it purely a mistake, do I even have a choice to be mad, she lived all her life trying to rectify what she did by living like me, and I was totally oblivious, I paint as well, could it be her consciousness that was left in my body, I painted when I want to relax but not as good as hers. "I wish the

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.

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.

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 window is more fitting for you." His eyes narrowed, but he didn’t argue. Without another word, he jumped out of the window, landing gracefully before vanishing into the woods. I closed the window immediately, locking it tight. The room fell silent again, and I crawled into bed. As soon as my eyes shut, the darkness swallowed me, and I found myself somewhere else entirely. --- I was home. The familiar sight of my family sitting outside, enjoying the cool evening air, warmed me for a moment. But then, the moon turned a deep, bloody red, and everything shifted. Flames erupted around us, consuming everything in their path. The world burned.

Chapter: 56 ****** ALTAIR: As I slipped through the window into the familiar confines of my bedroom, the weight of the night pressed down on me like a shroud. The chill of the evening air followed me inside, but it did little to alleviate the heaviness in my heart. I closed the window behind me, the gentle click of the latch echoing with a finality I was unprepared to face. Tears spilled from my eyes the moment I fell onto my bed, the soft sheets offering no comfort against the turmoil within.

The monster who took everything from me. I turn toward the window, my only connection to the outside world. The moonlight spills across the floor, casting eerie shadows that stretch toward me like ghostly fingers. The night is alive with the sounds of the forest—crickets chirping, the distant howl of a wolf, the rustling of leaves in the wind. The wind. My pulse quickens. If I can feel the wind, that means this window isn’t sealed shut. Moving quickly, I cross the room and press my hands against the wooden frame. The glass is old, the wood slightly warped. If I apply enough force—