Through My Window Series Novelas e Histórias

I had the window open four inches before I stopped, because four inches of window in my condition required a calculation about what was realistic, and the calculation was honest — even if I could get through the window, even if the ground below was manageable with careful positioning, I was four days into a pregnancy that was further along than ordinary circumstances recommended for the kind of physical commitment that a window exit required. I held the window open and thought. Then I did something different from exiting. I used the window as a communication device.

I said smiling at the building through the window "stay right here" he said as he moved out, immediately he moved out of the car, the glass of the window began rising upwards till it was totally covered and I couldn't see anything from outside anymore since it was a dark window glass "driver please put down the window glass or please let me go" I said to the driver as I pushed open the door but it was locked "pl.. Please let me go.. Please open the door for me sir" I said but the driver didn't even bother to look at me or my direction, oh God help me, just when I was about to speak again, the door opened and I adjusted myself immediately thinking it was Alexander

I end up falling asleep to tat thought. I open my eyes and see the window open, snow and wind was flowing in. I slowly walk towards it. I look out and see scratch marks all over the window cell. I felt a shiver go up my spine, not because of the cold, but because I knew I wasn't alone.

Her shape wavered once, like a ripple in water, and then vanished. The fog on the glass cleared, leaving only my reflection staring back pale, wary, alive. I pressed my palm to the window, whispering, “Not tonight.” Behind me, Cahir sighed in his sleep and turned toward the firelight. The window stayed still. But as I drew the curtains, a single droplet rolled down the inside of the glass a tear that didn’t belong to me.

I just want to be by myself right now. And I am still thinking about that when that beautiful, gorgeous face pops up in my head once again, and it makes me groan with so much annoyance. I don't know how, but I lift up my fist and punch against the glass window, shattering it into so many pieces as the debris falls right outside, and both of them look at me with wide eyes. Holy shit! I am finally brought back to the present as I look outside, observing the broken window in front of me.

My hand touched the soft fabric to pull away from the shields, but I became dumbfounded when there was nothing to be protected from, from the other side. The large gulp I took, subdued the scream that dared to break free from my body. I slowly took stealthy steps backward, but then I moved forward and traced my hand onto the wall where a window is supposed to be situated. Tears dripped from my eyes unconsciously as my stubborn hands kept on searching for the window hopelessly. They gave up their frantic search and replaced it with punches aimed at the unmovable wall. How is this possible? How did the window vanish itself? It's not possible to wipe out a whole window from a room! My room!

I can see the curtain, the shadow of someone moving inside. The message reads: I am not there anymore. I am closer. I am inside. I have been inside. I am in your walls. I am in your vents. I am in your head. I have been here all along. You just did not see me. I stand. I walk to the window. The glass is cold against my forehead. The fire escape is empty. The metal is wet. The stairs lead down into the dark. The window is locked. The latch is secure. I check it twice.

And I wasn't ready to die. I ran again. Not to the door. To the windows. The penthouse was all glass. Floor to ceiling. Wall to wall. I reached the first window. Slammed my hands against it. The glass was cold and solid. It didn't move. I hit it again. Harder. My palms burned. The burn from the door handle was still there. Fresh. Raw. I didn't care. I hit the glass again. And again. And again. It didn't break.

Telling me to hide like a scared little girl. I paced the room, “No, there’s no way I’m going to take orders from him!” With that, I turned to the window, yanked the curtain open wider just to spite him. Sunlight poured in, warm on my face. And I smiled at my mischievousness until u heard a low hum just outside the window. It was a small back drone, it was outside the glass, close enough that I could see the tiny camera lens glinting. My breath caught. It dipped slightly, and something fluttered against my window; a piece of paper fell into my room.

Anna's POV I glanced out of the window, the rain pelting against the glass in a relentless symphony. The storm mirrored the turmoil in my heart as I tried to make sense of the events that had unfolded over the past few days. My life had taken an unexpected turn, plunging me into a dangerous game of survival. It started innocently enough, with strange occurrences that I dismissed as mere coincidences. A missed step on a slippery pavement, a close call with a reckless driver. But as the incidents piled up, their sinister nature became apparent. I was being targeted, and my life was in grave danger.