Ares From Through My Window Novels & Stories

ARIA I could see all the terrified people gazing out from their windows as the bloody fight kept going right outside their homes. I was more than aware of how badly this could all end up. I jumped at one of the trashcans and howled at the woman looking at me from her window on the second floor. She nodded, understanding what I meant, and a moment later, she threw me an oversized T-shirt. I shifted back and put the T-shirt on. Then I used my roaring, commanding voice to get all of the warriors' attention.

LAUREL’s POV ONE HOUR BEFORE HELIOS ENTERS THE DARK FOREST I haul myself up over mother’s old furniture, chairs, and cupboards to climb to the top of the stack where the window lies. And with trembling hands, I yank the planks off. The rusty nails give way, the wood crumbles and the dilapidated planks disintegrate into a flurry of dust. Then, balling my fingers into a fist, I smash the window. CRASH!

She decided to open the window and let some fresh air in. She sat down on the window sill and enjoyed the freshness of the morning. It was warm, the sun was already shining and she could see how the dew drops shimmer in the sun, like small sparkling diamonds. The garden really looked magical at this hour. Arya leaned out as much as she could, she was on the first floor, still it was a bit high to make a jump. The door of her room opened, before Arya turned around she heard Mr Reyes. “What are you doing Arya?”

I took off the blankets, helping myself in my flip-flops before heading for my window. I opened the window, darting my eyes around, but found no one and nothing there. It seemed I must have been heard wrong. Shutting the window, I turned around, and another tap came on the window. I spun around, opening the window yet again when another marble came at me. Before it could hit my face, I moved away, letting it land on my bed. I peeked out the window and found Arthur with an apologetic look, and a phone gesture.

Elara'S POV “Good morning, miss.” Maeve brought me a tray for breakfast and quickly retreated as soon as I opened my mouth to ask more questions. I sighed. She wasn’t going to give me any answers. Alone, in silence, I ate while staring out the window. Snow drifted down with a hypnotizing allure as I watched one large, fluffy flake after another pass my window and disappear into the whiteness below. I’d tried to open it, to determine if it was a potential escape route, but it wasn’t that type of window. The single pane of glass was solidly anchored in the wall.

I have learned of new dangers—the images from the previous night hunted me ferociously, sending a jolt up my spine down to my legs, sending me into an upright position. “Fuck…” I muttered into the morning air. For a second, I focused on the micro particulates floating in the rays that poured from the high window. Now that I thought about it, the windows were suspended oddly higher than normal. I held onto the sheet, taking a deep breath into the back of my lungs I stretched my back and shoulders, stretching. The end of the season was coming and winter was getting closer, I could smell it in the air even in the warm ray of the sun glowing through the window, you could feel it. A break from th

Ariezel Slowly I felt myself drawn out of the slumber I was in to face the light from the window. I smiled as I looked out the window, watching children play from the distance farther. It was a good sight in the morning. The reminder of the good in the world made me smile, and I couldn't help but keep watching. The windows before weren't this big. Although it made all the more sense considering that I had found myself in this new room out of nowhere.

VALENTINA PACK OF LORE My fingers trailed along what was left of the bars before the window sill, feeling it's rough broken edges and the grains of dust that remained on my fingertips until I wiped them away with a cloth. The windows were open, and wind floated through smoothly, grazing my face and tickling my neck as I peered outside. My eyes followed the movement of Sara, who had recently returned and was sought after by Jack. I watched them from the windows not able to make out the words that they were saying but seeing Sara break down into tears at a point and Jack pull her close into a tught hug.

"After the meeting with the potential partner he saw Miss Ara's ex walking down the road. I don't know, he was real pissed he ordered me to get him in the barn." "Barn?" Barn is what they call the storage room where they torture or kill people who won't give answers easily. WHEN the area had been cleared, Ara sneaked out past Vanluke's men. Upon arriving he was already leaving so she decided to go where he was headed. She used the kitchen back door to get out of the mansion. Tiptoeing behind the bushes and trees she arrived at a storage house above the mountain. No one was outside thankfully. Silently she peeped at the door. She couldn't see nor hear anything so she looked for another entran

Torture Third Person’s POV The sky is bright blue and the clouds are playfully scattered like tufts of solid smoke bumping and melding into each other. The soft breeze passing through the opened window of the carriage gently caressed Asha’s face as she leaned on the carriage’s wall with dazed expression while looking at the passing sceneries. The wide filed of green grass and the towering walls of rocks and boulders with the intermittent appearance of a wild beast entered her eyes as she relished in the calmness and peace of this moment. “Why are you looking out in a daze? Did you see something interesting?”