Ares From Through My Window Novels & Stories

The sunlight streaming through the windows warmed her back, but it did nothing to loosen the knot behind her ribs. Her mind kept circling back to the sound of Cassandra’s voice—small, broken, the crying that had not stopped even after the line went dead. Aria turned away from the counter, crossed to the kettle, and filled it with water just to have something to do with her hands. She set it on the stove and watched the blue flame flicker to life. While the water heated, she moved to the tall windows and pressed her forehead lightly against the glass. The city sprawled out endless and glittering, cars moving like tiny bright dots far below. It should have felt peaceful. Instead it felt distan

It is now clear that she is not going to come back to me tonight. My bottle arrives with two glasses. He places them on the table and quickly leaves. Two glasses? Is he mocking me? No, it is the universe mocking me. I pull off my shirt, suddenly feeling so hot, and walk to the window. I pull aside the curtains and open the windows unveiling the balcony. It hits me that I haven't brought Arya here yet. Now she is more than the least interested in knowing its existence.

JASMINE A few days after Blake’s confession, I was lying in bed late at night, absorbed in a book, when I heard a tapping on my window. Ping. The sound of something hitting the glass clanged. I got out of bed to see what was happening, pulled back the curtains, and looked out my window to see that Blake was outside my house winding his arm back. Ping. A pebble hit my window. I opened it, the warm summer air entering my room, and poked my head out to see him smiling at me and waving his hand, signaling for me to come out.

[MATURE SCENES AHEAD] Aries pressed his lips against her plump ones, trapping her against the glass window from where they could witness the vibrant city life even in the late hours of the night. He turned her to the window, and she could see the raindrops sliding down the glass, blurring the view outside. A wave of relief washed over Cara as her breast made contact with the cold glass, effectively cooling her down and providing respite from the blistering heat of her body.

Ravi Lazy Arsenio unlocked his bedroom door and was surprised to find a scattering of black feathers covering the gleaming wooden floor. He stared at the tightly closed window, through which the morning sun's rays penetrated the transparent glass. The dark-haired man stooped down to pick up a feather in front of him, which felt softer and thicker than any bird feather Ravi had ever touched.

I turned and drifted slowly toward that bright light. One step, two steps. My body grew lighter and lighter. I grew more and more transparent. I casted all those painful memories, those deep, searing scars, all far behind me.

I went to take a shower after dinner. It was then that I suddenly saw a weird palm print on the glass window. Someone must have left that palm print behind with their soapy hand while taking a shower. The print was quite faint and white against the shiny glass on the window. It was obviously a woman's handprint, and it wasn't mine. My hand was a little bigger than this. So I couldn't have been the one who put it there. It couldn't have been my daughter, Bella Quinton, either. She had tiny hands and wasn't even tall enough to reach that spot yet. Also, it definitely did not belong to my husband, Rory Quinton.

No, the curtains should have shielded me from view. His dark, piercing eyes swim through my vision. I shut my own eyes, but I can still see them. Asher has a way of looking through you. He shreds your defenses with a mere glance, until you’re exposed at his pleasure without any secrets to hide. Shivering, I wrap my arms around myself. I close the window fully. When I take one final glance out of it, the two of them are gone.

Hothead: "I can't believe it. I still can't believe it! This is so awesome!" I wipe the tears from my eyes as I press my face against the window. "I can see it! I can see it!" "Okay, okay. Please stop." Alodia grabs the back of my jacket and pulls me away from the window. "You're fogging the window." I shake Alodia off and return to the window. Looking outside, I see the beautiful view. I see all the stunning colors. I see freedom and fun.

I run my hand along the edges, feeling for any leaks of warm air coming in from outside, and feel nothing. “And this window was replaced.” I turn, looking at Pandora. “It’s not like it’s special magic glass or anything.” I bring my hand down, and my fingers catch on the little gemstone wind chime I have hanging on the window. The chain breaks, and the chime falls into the sink. “Dammit,” I grumble. “I liked hearing this chiming when the window’s open.”