Behind The Green Curtain Novels & Stories

Open it," Jacoben urged with reassurance in his tone. She nodded, taking one deep breath. She slowly parted the curtain, revealing a thick glass that served as a barrier between them and a small room. Their jaw dropped to the floor, and their eyes widened. They gasped for air while their whole body shook at the thing the green curtain was hiding. "No!" Maridona cried while violently shaking her head, tears forming in her eyes. "No! This can't be..." In front of them was a mutant with long fangs, claws, and glowing gray eyes the same color as a storm cloud. Its pale skin is full of protruding veins. Its neck, hands, and feet were chained to the white wall. It looked weak as it fell on the flo

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 massive crowd surged forward, carrying cameras, microphones, and livestream equipment as they followed me around to the side of the building, where a wide open lawn lay. I stopped, turned to face the crowd, and pointed toward the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor. "Everyone, look up. That's Amanda Sutton's office. As for what's happening inside… I'll leave that for all of you to judge." Instinctively, everyone raised their heads only to fall completely silent the next second, for in front of that enormous floor-to-ceiling window…

Louis POV The velvet curtain swept shut, cutting off the dim amber glow of the lounge and plunging the alcove into a heavy, quiet intimacy. The sounds of the main floor—the clink of glasses, the murmur of conversation, the distant pulse of jazz—faded to a muffled hum, as if we had stepped into a world entirely separate from the one I'd just left behind.

" Just a moment." The room was dark, thick curtains covering the wall directly in front of me. My best guess was there was a huge window behind the drapes, hence the curtains. Either that, or there was something hidden behind it. The walls were a thick maroon colour and I could make out a vanity by my right. My guess was that this room hadn't been used in a while, that's why a lot of other things were covered with a tarp like cloth preventing me from seeing what was actually hidden underneath it.

Diana said, hushing everyone, "the sounds. They've stopped." The pounding had indeed stopped and no more noise or commotion was coming from inside the compartment. Well, that was until the strangest thing happened. They all watched what had once been a metallic cage made of titanium suddenly turn into a thick mass of green, a mass that seemed to be moving in a wavery pattern like an animated blanket. "Are those. . .?" Carter was asking. "Butterflies," gasped Natasha. The green 'butterflies' then cleared and the god came into view, no longer trapped.

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?

“No buts, you don't need to think about it, she likes you” “If she does, then why haven't she told me?” “It's a girl's thing," He says. He taps my right shoulder then he pulls two stools closer. We sit and discuss. “When a girl gives you a green light, you have to be quick about it. You flop, you miss”. He points to my chest. “If you don't tell her about it — she's going to die when the time comes. If you tell her — she's still going to die when the time comes.”

Giant blackout curtains were all that kept the sunlight from pouring through each morning. Using an arm to cover my breasts, I inched open the curtain and peeked outside. The sky was painted in shades of dark blue and purple, hinting at the rising sun which would make its appearance in just a few short hours. I could see the outline of the forest that surrounded our estate, forming a half circle around the back. My eyes darted downward to the flat expanse of land below. A stone garden wall separated the yard from the forest and standing just on the other side of the fence was Tristan.