Through My Window Series Novelas e Histórias

As I’m climaxing, I feel the presence of someone watching me through the bathroom window. The window has no curtain since our bathroom faces the woods behind our house. The window is just high enough to only show my shoulders and head; I put my hand on the window to wipe away the fog caused from the hot steam. I didn’t realize before I started to really look around in the backyard that my wolf Mia started helping me see through the darkness with wolf vision. I see eyes in the woods glowing silver looking up at me.

I only went to the stream that day I dug lilies. He looks into the window of my car, at what must be the girl's crouching form. My eyes blur and ny heart continues to thud. I don't know what to do! I can't just watch, but Hell if I want to be harmed either. I softly cluck to Creature to get him into the room. I shut the window until the gap is barely visible, just enough to hear through. Completely out of sight, I slide against the wall to grab a hanging mirror. I crawl back under the window, ducking and positioning my mirror so I can see out through it. I tap once on the wall below the window to get Creature to bark. And he does! His deep roofs carry outside and his front paws are supported

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.

NIGHT WAS SLOWLY FADING AWAY. The stars seemed to dim with the break of daylight that was slowly and calmly coming in. I stood gazing out the window in a state of utter apprehension struggling to fathom the very path that had led my life to this bleak dead end. The small wooden brown window with thin glass shatters, the place that had now become a permanent spot for me to sit and ruminate on things; ruminating on my entire existence on this Earth brought me some form of closure and comfort. It eased my internal pain and I felt everything was going to be just okay. The window that had bore witness to my bleak and sad life also bore my happiest moments.

My life has become a series of bad news. My eyes fell on a tiny shard of glass by the window. Determined, I walked purposefully towards it and picked it up. I closed my eyes, allowing myself to feel all the pains that I might have withheld. When I opened them, I slowly brought my hand up and positioned the glass shard on my wrist.

I prop Cree against the wall, his eyes fluttering closed. "Stay with me," I plead, shaking him gently. "We're so close." I search frantically for something to break the window, my eyes stinging from the smoke. A chunk of fallen ceiling debris catches my attention. I snatch it up, ignoring the searing pain as it burns my palm. With all the strength I can muster, I hurl the debris at the window. It cracks but doesn't shatter. I throw it again and again, desperation fueling each attempt. Finally, on the fourth try, the glass gives way, cool night air rushing in.

The scent of the food is still in the air, like a memory of a kindness that was turned into an act of power. I walk to the window because windows are always small rebellions. The glass is thick and the bars outside are a promise. I close my eyes and let my mind do the thing it does best, which is to drag me back where I do not want to go. The memory unfurls like smoke.

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.

Hopefully, Maleek was gone for good, and I didn’t have to move and get my number changed. It was a sunny and warm day in early May in Chicago, so I got up and opened my floor-to-ceiling window. I loved this window because it allowed me to take everything in around me. The window was without curtains or a screen; it opened outwards and offered the most breathtaking view of the lake. Many nights, I sat right at the base of the window to watch the sunrise. This window and the view it offered gave me peace. When I let the latch free, I took in the ambiance of everything, allowing my day to unfold how it wanted.

Mia's POV The morning sun was shining through the window of my office, casting a faint golden glow on the polished wooden floor. I sat behind my desk, the remnants of last night’s work scattered in front of me—a half-empty glass of whiskey, crumpled maps, and notes detailing our upcoming plans.