Novel & Cerita Behind The Green Curtain

That told her all she needed to know—he’d heard the voices too. Without a word, she gave him a signal, and they slipped out of their seats, moving toward the alcove like a couple of thieves on a job. They ducked behind the heavy velvet curtain across from where the voices were coming, pretending to be locked in some passionate clinch. It was just for show, but felt not at all disagreeable. The curtain was seriously dusty, and it made Leila's eyes itchy. She probably smeared her mascara evenly on her cheeks, but she couldn't care less: the real action was happening behind the curtain opposite.

He finally said. “What story?” I asked. I was beginning to be uncomfortable. “Why did you cancel, Harvard? The school of geniuses!” Before I could answer he held his hand in the air gesturing me to wait. “Wait a minute.” He then pressed the intercom and after one beep, “Hello? Glenda, I need you to cancel all of the applicants for today, something urgent came up.” And then he ended the line. He looked at me and wink. I am completely puzzled. “Why do you need to know?”

I didn’t know any of the girls but I couldn’t wish that for any of them. Moments later I heard the host announce me. “Coming up next, Omega 36! Green eyes, blonde hair, curvy figure. A real catch! This one even comes with a bonus. She has a child.” The curtain in front of me was pulled open and holding Jessy tightly in my arms, I moved out into the stage. The bright light casted upon me blinded me for a minute and I had to blink rapidly to adjust to it. Finally after several seconds I’m finally able to open my eyes again and observe the space. We were in a large room filled with many men sitting downstage. The men all had hunger and lust shining in their eyes and panic seized my throat.

Nara would have a fit if she knew, but the genuine grin Millan sends Weston’s way is worth every trouble. ***** The greenhouse is magical. There’s no other word for it. It’s enormous, made of glass, letting the light filter through every corner. There’s a section with flowers Millan passes through without a second glance. But the back is all vegetables and plants growing on every surface and ponds with water lilies, toads and colorful fishes. It’s wonderful. Weston is holding the hand not trapped in his sling while Millan makes appreciative sounds, mind momentarily distracted from the image of his father alive and restrained in some kind of cell.

The Green Drawing Room is quieter than I expected it to be. Pale winter light filters through tall windows, breaking apart on the thick clouds beyond before pooling in uneven patches across the intricate rug beneath our feet. Every shade of green imaginable lies woven into the fabric—moss and jade, seafoam and deep olive—colors rich enough to speak of distant lands and conquered artisans.

“And I demand that all of Chuck’s curse… the siren’s curse… in this room, is revealed to me.” And then, as it listened to my every word, a burst of green appeared on the nearby couch. We were quick to whip around and face it, and I was shocked to find that the green had outlined two features on the sofa. Upon closer look, it seemed the green was taking on the form of two figures. One being Chuck, and the other being… “Is that…?” Nan started to ask, and I nodded before she could get the question out. “It’s Irene,” I whispered.

He pushes up on it and continues to climb through, disappearing into the room above. I eagerly follow, my jaw dropping open when I see the room that awaits us. It’s tiny – miniscule, really – but stunning. Each of the walls is glass, as is the pointed ceiling above us. As I climb into the room and Ben shuts and locks the door after me, I realize that we’re in the greenhouse’s glass cupola – an incredibly small space. Ranged all around it are carefully built book cases which have tinted glass on their fronts, instead of being open to the sunlight.

I'm not all that interested in greenery, but the pond sounded nice. I keep my ears perked while I trot through the clipped bushes and toward the back of the property. It's kind of strange seeing so much green around me when the rest of the town is the complete opposite. Aaron never really struck me as the type to care about curb appeal, though what do I know? At the end of the day, he's still a stranger to me. When I finally make my way through the maze of hedges, I spot a large greenhouse. There are dim lights on inside of it, drawing my curiosity. It's darker out here than it was back at the mansion, but somehow much more peaceful.

I told him, and he nodded. Midnight pressed the button, and it started to scan him. After a min or two, a green light blinked as an acknowledgment that Midnight had been examined. Before we could enter the elevator, we heard heels tapping at the other end of the hall. We stopped and looked. It was Dr. Zithea. "Zithea? What are you doing here?" I asked her curiously, isn't she supposed to be on a break right now?

His sharp blue eyes were scanning the crowd, and the moment they landed on me, a subtle nod passed between us. It was time. "The guards rotate at the back service elevators in exactly two minutes," Lisa whispered, her eyes darting toward a heavy set of gold-trimmed velvet curtains behind the refreshment tables. "That's the entrance Emily marked in her journal. It leads straight down to the harvesting labs." "Are you ready?" I asked her, my throat dry. "Always," Lisa said with a firm, loyal nod. "Go. I’ll create a distraction so the floor guards don't watch the curtain."