Novel & Cerita Through My Window Series

Beautiful on the surface, suffocating underneath. I moved to the windows next, running my hands along the frames, looking for any way to open them but they were sealed shut. Probably reinforced glass that wouldn’t break even if I threw a chair at it. The view of the lake was stunning but it might as well have been a painting for all the good it did me. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass and closed my eyes.

POV: Siena Blake I stood quietly by the large floor-to-ceiling window in Lucian Voss’s office, my arms tightly crossed over my chest like I was holding myself together. My own reflection stared back at me in the glass, faint and pale, like a ghost of the woman I used to be. Behind me, the city looked calm and peaceful. Tall buildings stretched into the sky, their windows glowing with life, while the hum of traffic and the movement of people went on as usual.

JIA POV The view out my window is nothing special. In fact, the only thing I can see is the side of another hospital. But I have been looking out my window a lot lately, because while it is boring at least it isn't the same white walls I have been staring at for what feels like an eternity.

I picked up her glass and I carried it into the kitchen and I washed it by hand and I dried it with the small cloth Faraz used and I put it back in the cupboard. I left my glass on the coffee table. I went to the front window. ── The street was empty. The lights along the river were the same lights I had been looking at from this window for seven years, the small steady chain of yellow and white that ran along the Brooklyn shore and across the East River and up the eastern edge of Manhattan and I stood at the window with my hands in the pockets of dark slacks and I let myself, for the only time in the entire evening, have a feeling.

I'M NOT GOING ••Luciana•• As twilight began to seep through the windows, I found myself completely absorbed in N*****x, each episode blending seamlessly into the next as I watched with unwavering focus. There's something so captivating about diving into a compelling series when the world outside feels like it can wait.

Rookie fucking mistake, I should have examined the window with more caution. Aside from finding another trap, I did learn the windows are made out of something similar to a two-way mirror or tinted windows. I can just make out my reflection in the glass, but I can’t see through it, yet I can see the light of this supposed lightning flashing inside. Iolaire walks up to me, “Find anything?” She quietly asks. “Razor blades,” I deadpan.

I exclaimed, then urged Pam to move me forward. Pam and Makayla came to my sides and lifted me off the chair, holding me up so I could look through the small glass window on the door. “Gosh, you’re so light,” Makayla whispered worriedly. I ignored her and peeked through the window. “Vincent,” I whispered, placing my hands on the glass window, as strong emotions surged through me. Hot tears pinched my eyes and ran down my face. I so much wanted to reach out and touch his face. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and keep him safe from those monstrous tubes plugged into him.

Then I saw a smile on his face. “You look perfect.” Phew, I was still on point. I thought about my lipstick excuse and was not proud of myself. This was not my A game. "May I open the window a little?" "Of course." I stepped toward it. On the edge of the frame, behind a small sculpture, I tucked the device. The blink was faint. Then gone. I felt relieved, because I had successfully done he major part of the job. The next part was how to get out without being fucked. I opened the large window. The view was one of a kind. It overlooked a golf course, with a little strip of river.

I want to go back to my room. When entering the room, I locked my bedroom door tight and walked towards the window. I took a harsh breath of oxygen as if I didn't want to share it with anyone else. My chest was tight from running, and my wounds were stinging even more. But I can still hold on well. My eyes swept the view of the twilight outside of my window. The hills are visible, and the orange sky is also perfectly painted. The sun is almost half set. "I didn't do anything really, anyone who heard me. Trust me," I shouted.

I saw him, through smoked glass, unlocking the door. I scurried across a patch of young grass and sat down beneath one of the windows that faced into the square. I thought it was a kitchen window, for no better reason than its proximity to a large waste pipe, which could have meant nothing. I waited for a light to illuminate some of the grass, but when it did, it was at the side of the house and I had to creep round. There was a tiny crack between the window frame and the blind if I was very, very careful, I could just fit my eye in that space and take a look.