Ares Hidalgo Through My Window Novels & Stories

I roared when I saw how the fucker had been able to fuck us up. The tiny window was where he had slid through. He used the bedsheet to get to the window very close to the roof and passed through, destroying the glass covering the window. “Don” Jerry murmured when he saw me marching towards him. “Who was here?” I asked, “Who the fuck was watching this place this morning?!?” They were all looking at each other till two of the fuckers raised their hands. I pulled out a gun from behind my back, “You fuckers!”

Hilda I'd worn a path in the carpet. Back and forth across the room, from the window to the door, trying to work off the restless energy that had been building since Alexander dropped his bombshell. Ava was here. Evelyn was here. Both of them captured, both of them in Alexander's hands. I stopped at the window, looked out at the compound spread below. Somewhere out there, they were being held. Questioned, maybe. Or worse. "Fuck," I muttered, turning away from the glass.

I shift forward, eyes narrowing. Through the window, I can see the faint outline of a crib. Ariana’s shadow moves back and forth, slow, rhythmic, soothing. She’s singing. I can’t hear the words, but I know the melody. I press my hand against the cold windowpane of the car, fingers trembling. Something inside me twists tighter, darker. The glass fogs under my breath. I draw a line through it, just one, like I’m cutting the night in half. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” I murmur.

“Breed the girl next door right against the window so the whole neighborhood knows who owns this pussy now.” The filthy words sent me spiraling. I came hard, my walls clamping down around his thick cock as pleasure exploded through me. I cried out, my breath fogging the glass as my legs shook. Mr. Hale didn’t stop. He fucked me through my orgasm, then pulled out, spun me around, and lifted me up so my back was against the window. He hooked my legs around his waist and slammed back in, fucking me face-to-face while my body was on full display against the glass.

I look at the window again, which is now a little bit open. "Did Rey left the window open?" I asked myself. The wind blows a cold breeze making me felt cold. The small space left open made enough place the wind to pass inside. I gulped, finding the dagger I hide under the pillow. I hold it carefully and pulled it away. The sky outside started to bleed, complementing the moon that is about to show it's beauty. I left the windows sight form a moment and I bring back my eyes when I saw a silhouette again making me jump from shock.

But when it was mealtime, food would be delivered through a small window. Tehilla didn't know how long she had been in there, and she broke down in despair. She had to go to the hospital because if she was too late, she might get AIDS. She kept yelling and smashing things, but the things here were extremely sturdy and could not be broken, and no one appeared. After an indeterminate amount of time, the TV suddenly turned on, and Hilda appeared on the screen. She greeted Tehilla in comfortable pajamas, "Hi, Honorable Young Lady Damien."