Ares From Through My Window Novels & Stories

Aria’s POV The first rays of sunlight filtered through the tall windows of the estate, casting long golden streaks across the polished floors. I sat at the breakfast table, hands wrapped around a warm mug of tea, trying to calm the tension that had settled over me like a heavy cloak. Even in this moment of relative peace, I could feel it the pulse of danger lurking just beyond our walls, a quiet hum beneath the laughter and the clinking of dishes.

I throw the arrows on the couch together with the allurement vials and my pipe, collapsing down on the carpeted floor, spread eagled with no care in the world as I face the television, munching on the apple I had stolen yesterday. I was momentarily dazed, playing with the core of the apple on my hands as I go over the events that had happened today. I was too distracted that I didn't realize the knock coming from my window. I frowned. What the bloody arrows is that? I think this is the same fucking bird I have tried to kill last week but it bloody gotten away. “I’ll get you this time, aye? Just wait!” Pulling myself up, I hastily ran to my room and was surprise as I open the traditional wind

I'd go inside and wait for him. I dragged the suitcase through the doorway. As I closed the heavy door behind me, I noticed the windows on either side. These were nineteenth-century leaded glass from one of the East Coast's famous homes. I'd found them, and I was relieved to see that they were as lovely as the price suggested. Each pane had been carved in a diamond shape and set in mahogany, catching, reflecting, and dividing the light into glints of color. I received no response other than silence. He was simply not present. As a result, he was outside. Running, possibly resistant to the elements, his powerful legs covering the distance.

Atarah looked at the glass on the door, but it didn't show anyone’s reflection other than hers. Taking a deep breath, she placed her palm on the mirror, which turned green after a scan, and the door clicked open. Astara walked in quickly, jumping on her grand cushion by the window, while Atarah took off her clothes and went to bed naked, hoping to get some sleep after a very strange day. *************

“Just making sure our girl here doesn’t hyperventilate.” Romero huffs a laugh. “Fainting isn’t allowed Aurora.” “Spoilsport,” I say. “How many people do you think are out there anyway?” Outside the window, the garden spreads out like a painting—layers of roses, winding paths, clusters of guests. But then something flickers at the edge of my vision. Not outside. Behind us. Something is moving in the reflection of the window. For a split second I freeze, confused. Then my eyes widen and horror hits.

I sit at the window and stare outside for a long time after that. I watch the backyard. There’s a few housekeepers in the yard cleaning up the party from last night. I did have a good time last night. from my window, I can see the lake where Arienne took me to talk. It’s a beautiful glassy lake, with lots of birds swooping over the surface. The clouds above are gray and I can tell it’s going to rain, so I open the window. This house really is a masterpiece. The windows on either side of the bed are two huge arched shapes full of intricate panes held in place by gold metal trim. There’s a few latches in the centers of the window, and they open on hinges like a set of french doors. I open both

Aria I sat by the window that evening, watching the sun bleed into the trees. The sky looked like it had been set on fire, all soft golds and burning oranges, but I couldn’t feel any of its warmth. I just felt cold. Heavy. Like the air pressing against my skin was trying to keep me still.

‎ ‎Right outside my window. ‎ ‎

When daddy finds out he's going to skin him. I rolled back onto my side and looked out the window at the tops of the trees in the distance. I didn't know that our windows aren't really windows until today. I could see through other people's windows with the drone, but when I buzzed our house earlier, all I saw was the reflection of the light outside. Daddy had surrounded the whole house with one-way glass.