Ares From Through My Window Novels & Stories

Alesandra's POV The amount of sunlight streaming in through the window was so bright, I woke up earlier than usual. My eyelids fluttered open, straining to focus through the sunlight. A large mahogany dresser came into view, then floor to ceiling windows that took up a whole wall. Where am I? The weight of something was around my waist.

I have to battle to keep up the obstruction without being able to see it, and I turn to Chart book as we lurch toward the window, quietly signaling my question. He gives a noiseless gesture, and without lost a beat, I clamber onto his back, tangling one hand in his hide whereas I utilize my other to keep the drive field up. “Thanks,” I mumble, my grasp fixing ever so marginally, and he turns briefly to see at me, his green eyes penetrating against the haziness of his fur. Ivy is as of now sending a ball of dull enchantment through the window, making glass parts shower down onto the road exterior like sparkling snowflakes. She moves herself out the hole on a stage of dull enchantment, floatin

Soak And Wet I stood by the window, captivated by the trees swaying gracefully in the brisk wind, their vibrant green leaves twirling and fluttering like colorful confetti caught in an enthusiastic dance. I set my heart on filling my home with fresh air, eager to immerse myself in the joy of preparing a sumptuous meal just for me this weekend. As the soft afternoon light began its slow descent, casting a golden hue over everything, I remained blissfully ignorant of the thick, dark clouds gathering ominously on the horizon, transforming the once-blue sky into a heavy, brooding gray, signaling an impending storm I had yet to foresee.

His breath caught. At least, the presence of the window offered a glimmer of solace amidst the gloom. The frame was flimsy, barely held together by a few bent nails, yet beyond that was a breathtaking sight. A valley sprawled below, graced by a wide and winding river. The grass was a vivid green, with the sun casting beams of light over the scenery, momentarily blinding Rhys, starkly contrasting the dreary confinement of the room he found himself in.

I spat. Without looking back, I marched out of the double doors, leaving the terrified elders wheezing on the floor behind me. ARIA “You are playing a very, very dangerous game, Miss Aria.” Cora stood near the massive stone fireplace, aggressively folding a pile of fresh towels. The muscular maid glared at me with absolute disapproval. Sitting on the edge of the plush mattress, I kept my eyes fixed on the frosted glass of the bedroom window. The winter storm outside was finally beginning to clear, leaving a bright, blinding layer of fresh snow over the courtyard.

I zipped it all the way up to my chin, wrapping the extra fabric tightly around my waist to shield my stomach from the damp air outside. I walked quickly toward the single window at the back of the room. It looked out over the dark, quiet garden behind our house, far away from the front driveway. I turned the stiff brass latch and pushed the heavy glass pane upward. The cold night wind blew straight into my face, making my eyes water and chilling the nervous sweat on my forehead. It was a steep drop down to the wet ground below, high enough to break an ankle or worse. But right next to the brick wall, a thick branch from the old oak tree reached out, stopping just a few feet short of my wind

Dante's Pov I stood by my window and stared hard at the pill box which I held in between two fingers. I shook it slightly before a car pulling into the driveway caught my attention. I watched as it stopped behind Larrisa’s car; Azalea stepped out and paused to look toward the direction of my window as if she sensed my gaze upon her, and then she walked gracefully into the house.

The colors danced and shimmered, providing a stark contrast to the murky surroundings. Sable approached the window cautiously, her eyes tracing the intricate artwork. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, as if the stained-glass window held a hidden power waiting to be unleashed. She reached out and placed her palm against the cool glass, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be consumed by it. In that moment, the stained-glass window shimmered and pulsed with an otherworldly light. The glass seemed to come alive, swirling and shifting until it transformed into a magnificent sword. It gleamed with a radiant brilliance, its hilt adorned with intricate carvings of mythical

The door shook again and chips of wood sprayed through the air as Nathan cracked a deeper gouge into the one barrier between me and his crazed desire. Screaming, I tried to call again, "Art! Art Windsor, I need you right now! Help me!" Activity outside the window caught my eyes and I pulled my hand back inside, pressing my body against the wall as I leaned as close to the glass as I could. "Stand back," Art ordered, "Get away from the window so I can take it out."

Ava’s POV The morning sun bled through the tall, arched windows of the master suite, casting long, accusing spears of gold across the polished marble floors. It was a beautiful, serene light, a cruel mockery of my inner state. Outside, the world was waking up, a pristine and perfect tableau. Inside, I was in ruins.