Through My Window Ares Novels & Stories

“We aren’t meant to play in the herb garden.” It was easy enough to play along. I looked around, then edged closer. “That’s naughty,” I whispered back, pretending to be scared of getting caught. “Maybe we should go back inside…” Ares jumped out of a raised bed holding a football. He scoffed. “As if. Ed likes telling us off.” Owen smiled. “Almost as much as we like kicking this ball through his windows.” Ares grinned wickedly, lifted the ball, and booted it through the window. The sound of shattered glass rang out; I covered my ears and let my jaw drop.

She decided to open the window and let some fresh air in. She sat down on the window sill and enjoyed the freshness of the morning. It was warm, the sun was already shining and she could see how the dew drops shimmer in the sun, like small sparkling diamonds. The garden really looked magical at this hour. Arya leaned out as much as she could, she was on the first floor, still it was a bit high to make a jump. The door of her room opened, before Arya turned around she heard Mr Reyes. “What are you doing Arya?”

Ava’s POV The morning sun bled through the tall, arched windows of the master suite, casting long, accusing spears of gold across the polished marble floors. It was a beautiful, serene light, a cruel mockery of my inner state. Outside, the world was waking up, a pristine and perfect tableau. Inside, I was in ruins.

Killer? What killer? What side character? Were the floating words in front of me suggesting that a serial killer was hiding outside my window? In the lounge, I looked at the words floating in front of me. I was half-convinced I was losing my mind. I cautiously pulled the curtain open and looked out of the window through the dim moonlight. Moonlight seeped in, spilling across the grounds below. The courtyard was vast and desolate, with not a soul in sight.

Ares bellowed as other servants came rushing out of the house with buckets of water. The fire was spreading rapidly and the dryness of the grass only served to ignite it. The marigolds, which I had found out to be Ares’s favorite flowers were all gone in the fire. I looked at the window above the garden and suddenly caught my breath. Oh no! It was the window of the master bedroom Ares and I occupied!

I can’t help but chuckle at what I see. Rose’s POV Walking into the billion dollar kitchen – I still can not help but marvel at it’s absolute beauty. “Wow” I gasp as I lay eyes on the large kitchen window. The sky is a black pit of darkness – its tiny stars twinkle so lightly , that you may need to strain your eyes a bit to see them. I move towards the window slowly , I am truly mesmerized by this enchanting sight. I place my both hands on the window – and very childishly smush my face on the transparent glass. I can feel how hot my breath is as it heats up my face – the surround glass around my face becomes misty.

I try to call her, but nobody answers. I can hear the phone ring inside the car, and I instantly knew she's was inside. Ares takes over and before he smashes the window, I realize that the glass shards may harm her, so I move to the window behind her. We smash that one, and now everyone takes note of us. I've placed Echo near me. When the window breaks, I can see Quin's shoulders are covered with blood. "Quin..." I call out, in a panic, breaking the remainder of the window.

Achun I have been in my room ever since I came back from the Alpha's room yesterday, I have not yet recovered from the shock I had when I went to his room. I stood at my window which is slowly turning to my favorite spot. I like the view I get when I stand close to my window, I can clearly see everything that's happening in the whole Parkhouse from here, especially when my room is downstairs. I was standing close to the window enjoying the nice view. It was a hot afternoon. Suddenly, an unfamiliar car entered the park house. It was a black jeep. Immediately the car parked in the middle of the park house, I knew instantly that something didn't feel right.

Abby A cool breeze drifts in through the kitchen window, and I cross the room to peer outside. I live on the top floor of my building, and I’ve got a great view of a nearby park. Standing at the window, I can hear the whoosh of the wind, and shouts down on the street.

Atlas said, both he and Aria staring at me. They both stared at me like I was overthinking things and then I thought that maybe I was. Nodding my head at them, I gave the window one last look before we started running once more. He was right. Greta didn't have the power to do that, I was just overthinking things. We had just ran for a few minutes when we came across the window once more, making me stop in my tracks. “It's still here Atlas,” I cried as I stared at the window in horror.