Through My Window Ares Novels & Stories

I sit at the window and stare outside for a long time after that. I watch the backyard. There’s a few housekeepers in the yard cleaning up the party from last night. I did have a good time last night. from my window, I can see the lake where Arienne took me to talk. It’s a beautiful glassy lake, with lots of birds swooping over the surface. The clouds above are gray and I can tell it’s going to rain, so I open the window. This house really is a masterpiece. The windows on either side of the bed are two huge arched shapes full of intricate panes held in place by gold metal trim. There’s a few latches in the centers of the window, and they open on hinges like a set of french doors. I open both

Tears spill from my eyes and fall on the dirty floor while Ida growls sadly. When I open my eyes, I realize I fell asleep on the floor and now it’s really late. The thought of going back to the alpha’s residence leaves a bad taste in my mouth so I decide to stay here a bit longer. “Alexa? Are you here?” Someone whispers. Peeking through the damaged windows, I see Ares peering into the house. “Come in Ares.” I whisper back.

The large windows look out over the city, rain streaking down the glass. I walk to my desk and rest my fingertips on the surface. The memories here are heavy—meetings, stress, victories, betrayals. But now, standing here, I feel something different. I feel ownership again. Ares stands by the doorway quietly. He doesn’t speak. He just watches me with a soft, unreadable expression. After a few minutes, he walks in. “How do you feel?” he asks. “Better,” I say honestly. “I needed to come back on my own terms.”

As soon as possible. The thought of Ares, just leaving me behind after what he did makes my world crumbles into pieces and ashes of tremendous cursing upon his name. That man is cruel and as he pretends to be not, he only struggles to hide his true nature. I rose from the bed and tried my very best to peek outside of the window. But then, like a candle that is burned out of the shade of dark, my hope vanishes realizing that I cannot see anything, any landmark to pinpoint my location because everything is trees.

Scooting myself in front of the window, acting normal, my brother looked at me with his left brow rising. "Why is your window open?" Ares paced towards the only window of my room until I grabbed him by the arm, clinging to him as I did as a kid. "I'm starving," I said nervously to get him away from the window. I closed them and shut the curtains. "Let's go eat." With a small gap between the drapes, I watch Logan leave the front yard and walk to his house next door. As I heard, his motorcycle goes the driveway of Wolfe's residence, and I let out a deep sigh.

Thinking that sends a quick, sharp ache through me. Mera would’ve known. She was the one who handled things like that. I move slowly from window to window, pulling fabric across glass, trying not to spiral into irritation over the ridiculous number of panels. When I reach the last window on the west wall beside my bed, I hesitate. From here, I have a direct view of the small cottage next door. Into Carter’s place.

I pressed on the sore spot on my head, quickly removing my hand when pain jolted through my body. “Fuck, Elle. What did you do now?” Ayla grumbled and I sighed with relief knowing that she was still with me, and that I clearly hadn't been given wolfsbane. I shrugged off her comment and struggled to my feet, heading to the window. A small sliver of light filtered in through the boards covering the window, and I pressed my face against the rough wood in the hope that I would be able to see a landmark of some sort. The landscape I observed through the crack was largely unremarkable. A few whitewashed buildings, and the ocean beyond that. To the side there seemed to be a church, however I couldn

*Poppy* I sat on the edge of my bed, staring out the window at the sprawling landscape beyond the mansion's walls. The sun was slowly sinking behind the distant mountains, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. It was beautiful and captivating, but I found no solace in the view. My mind was a tangled mess of worry and frustration, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on my chest.

It’s in a million pieces and I avoid stepping on the shards. I make my way to my car and decide to do some window shopping at some stores in town. After several hours of browsing and walking around seeing what the town has to offer, I head back to the house. I park in my usual spot and head up the steps looking at the broken glass again as I walk inside. Luckily, no one is lingering around and I head to the elevator. I reach it and press the button arrow facing up. Out of nowhere, a nearby door opens and closes, and out comes Adria walking toward me.

It’s impossible to decipher who it is, but deep down, I know I’m looking at my mate. Scrambling up, I throw a coat over my shoulders, shove some boots on my feet and lace them up as quickly as my numb fingers allow before I consider how I’m going to get down to him. Ark is outside my door… I could scale down the trellis below my window, but it’s high off the ground, caked with ice and laced with sharp brambles. But what choice do I have? Gritting my teeth, I flip the latch and slide the window up as silently as possible, wincing at the cool blast of icy winter air as it hits my face.