Behind The Green Curtain Novels & Stories

it's a ghost itself. My inner voice drives me crazy creating different scenarios. Slowly I keep a step forward making no noise of my presence I move behind the curtain raising my hands up I grip the hook of the curtain sliding slowly to the right spreading the whole material so that the side is completely covered. Clutching the edge of the curtain I peep out to see the dark entrance of the bath place where the moonlight is shining upon the floor, the sound of the cool breeze and the swaying of trees and leaves captures the surrounding where I could hear my own sound of breathing.

When Lucianne's hand was inches away from the doorknob, her ears perked up. She left the door alone and began walking around the building when she said, “They’re over here, actually.” The moment they reached the back, Margaret gasped at the gorgeous greenhouse. It was the largest structure she had ever seen, and she had seen a lot of greenhouses back in her childhood days in Fleet Wood.

Lucian stayed behind with Leo and Marcus, letting me walk toward the back of the property alone. The greenhouse was no longer the shattered lantern of glass where I had faced a hitman's barrel. It had been completely rebuilt. The frame was a deep, forest green, and the glass was so clear it seemed invisible. But it wasn't the structure that took my breath away—it was what was inside.

She knew—the true mastermind behind the curtain… had finally taken the stage. The back room was small, guarded by two security men at the entrance. Inside, the space had been deliberately rearranged. A gray-black curtain divided the room into five separate cubicles, each soundproof and light-shielded. A one-way mirror in each cubicle allowed occupants to see the auctioneer seated at the center—but not each other. The moment Livia stepped through the door, a familiar sensation swept over her. There, seated in the central high-backed chair, was a man whose face was unfamiliar and whose voice was calm. Yet something about him triggered her instincts.

Inside was a crowd of people who were also there to take the recruitment test. "Wow, I didn't expect there to be so many people who wish to join the ranks of the Wall guards," said Timothy Black. As they were walking inside, there were a couple of people who stood out. "It seems there are quite a few people here who are somewhat excellent. I can feel their power from here." Timothy said. Pulte then answered, "If they were truly strong, they wouldn't have it out in the open." Timothy was both surprised and amazed by how Pulte answered.

Everybody started rushing to and fro, reorganizing things and settling at their desks. Desiree stood up and walked into the hallway to have a clearer look at what was happening. "What the hell are you doing here? Are you trying to get me fired?" the woman she met earlier said to her in panic. "What is happening?" Desiree asked, noticing everybody in their frantic state. "Mr. Rothschild has arrived. So if you love your life, go sit in your spot," the woman said. Narrowing her eyes in confusion, Desiree went back to her seat and sat down with the others here for the interview.

“You think I’ll drop this just because of the two words ‘Green Hall’? Have you guys not come to your senses yet?” Fane’s mood darkened, “I’ll give you ten minutes. Bring me a million bucks. Otherwise, prepare to lie down completely!” “Kid, are you being serious right now?” The man with the buzz cut gulped. “Do you know how powerful the forces behind Green Hall are? We are backed by Kingston Hall!” “I don’t care, give me the money!” Fane had no fear and asked for the money relentlessly.

-Your dear assistant, Ms Green' I finished scribbling, when a warm exhale hit the nape of my neck from behind, denoting of a presence. A squeal escaped me as I straightened up and collided into a hard front. A strong arm snaked around my stomach, steadying me and pressing my back harder against him. "Avoiding your boss, Ms Green?" he breathed in a husky voice. Shots of electricity passed down my back to my feet, causing my toes to curl from their intensity. My eyes closed, and I bit my lip to stop any scandalous sound from emitting. The way our body fit each other in every curve and crevice, was outrageous. It sent my heart through the roof, and butterflies dancing madly in my stomach.

He dropped his light backpack on the visitor's seat before moving behind the motionless figure of his friend towards the shielded view of the aglow city. Dramatically, he pressed – more like slammed – the button responsible for drawing the curtains automatically and with a smile on his face, he watched the dark curtains part, giving way to the beautiful, sunny city which had been held captive behind the inane yet powerful fabric. It was surprising how much a really thick curtain could hide and unveil at the same time. Having enough of the view, Keelan turned back towards his friend and saw that he still hasn't moved one bit. The back of his head was still to Keelan and the tempting urge to h

Asana said in a small voice, as if she is scared that she is scared that the witch could hear if she spoke louder. Slowly, and very reluctantly Kyra turned to look behind her. Her lips parted in shock. Almost the entire area is bright and vibrant. But there is small section in the middle which is not. Green fog is filled inside invisible barriers, as if containing the fog. The same green fog, like 'Witches'. There, in that small area, it felt darker, as if the very light is being sucked out.