Through My Window Ares Novels & Stories

Darric said flatly. “Not this bad.” My eyes narrowed. “They have bled next to each other before.” “Not for you" Ares said. I looked up. He was not wrong. “This is fast " I said. "Too fast for cracks to split on their own.” Then. “You think someone’s helping it along " Ares said. “I know they are.” I felt cold in my chest. Not fear. Knowing. I stepped back. I turned to the window. The mist came in away. It brushed my arm. It was waiting for me to look up.

I paused every time they did while slowly getting up to look out the window above me. My heart in my throat. My blood rushing through my ears. My adrenaline… through the fucking roof. If only I could fly out of here using that. So, I finally seemed to be realizing what kind of fucked up situation I'm in. Finally! Maybe it was the drugs. OK… after my eyes started to really work properly… because that would be great and really helpful right now… I’m on the first floor. Underneath the window is an old asphalt car park thats all cracked with LOTS of weeds. Old chicken wire fencing falling down around it and no cars… or big bins under the window with lots of cardboard in it for a soft landing… wh

The door slowly opened. No fools. No wind. No darkness that's out. Nothing of what they expected. Behind it was just a children's room. Little. Quiet. Dust. Like someone just went out and never returned. The first thing Aren noticed was the window. Great. To the west. Right on the sea. The last window. The window the letter had spoken of. The slices were blind to salt and time. And yet the last light of the evening fell through.

It was a good thing that I left the window open so I could hear them. I shoved my blanket off my body and rose to my feet before rushing to the window. That was Jace’s car, and another one was behind his. They were back, but my room was in a position where I couldn’t see them perfectly. I rushed and slipped on my sneakers before taking one last look at myself in my vanity mirror, then dashed to the door and to the big window along the corridor. The view of the packhouse ground was not that clear from the fourth floor with the absence of lights and many trees surrounding it, but I was able to see a female stepping out of the second car.

Especially him. And that all he wanted was a good life with me, Indigo, the baby and him. And nothing else. I held my breath as the metal doors creaked open. Ares walked in on the other side of the room. I didn't know if it was a glass window or a two-sided mirror. I hoped it was a window. “What you have in front of you is a window,” the voice said. “He can see you.” It ended in a sing-song note. Was it that Ares could not hear the voice? He just looked like it didn't even matter to him. He walked right to the centre where I was sitting.

The adrenaline from the restaurant was still buzzing in my ears, but my mind had already snapped back into a state of sharp calculation. Ares walked behind his desk, tearing his gaze away from the massive window overlooking the city skyline. He didn't look like a man who had just announced his engagement to his captive asset. He looked like a general preparing to sacrifice a piece of his frontline to secure the entire map. He leaned his hands flat on the polished wood, his grey eyes pinning me to the floor with an intense possessiveness.

Amanda I stood by the window of my office, the cold morning light streaming through the glass as I looked out over the devastated landscape of our pack's territory. The charred remains of homes and the skeletal frames of trees, still smoldering, were a stark reminder of the recent attack. My fists clenched at my sides, nails digging into my palms as I fought to control the rage bubbling within me. The door creaked open behind me, and I turned to see Alex, my Beta, standing there with a grim expression on his face.

“Drive out to the Point.” “Why?” I asked and narrowed my eyes. “Because I need to talk to you,” she said and looked out of her window. I drove down to the Point, glancing at her every so often. At least this trip extended the talking to I was sure to get at home. Adara would lose her personality over this latest stunt and I wasn’t looking forward to it. I parked the Jeep just off the side of the road and Saga got out.

The police officer asks. " Please help me, someone is trying to break into my apartment!" I sob. " Ma'am I need you to calm down and look through your window... You have one right?" She asks. " Yeah, there's one!" I reply. " Good, now look through the window and identify what you can see please." " Okay... I peek through the window and I could notice a restaurant across the street. " Hello, are you still there?" " yeah, I can see a restaurant right across the street."

To use information that could only have come from one direction. That was why Amer had told her about New York. That was why Zoya had come. Riyana appeared in the doorway sometime past midnight, dragging her blanket behind her, eyes half-open and entirely certain about what she needed. Zoya turned immediately. “Hi baby.” “Mommy,” Riyana announced sleepily. “Yes, baby?” Riyana climbed onto the window seat beside her without invitation, pressing her face to the glass with the concentration of someone inspecting the city personally.