Through My Window Ares Novels & Stories

And, worst of all: would I be able to warn Ares in time? He knew an attack was coming, at least. That consoled me somewhat. He just didn’t know how damned soon. First light. I twisted around to look out of the windows. Each of them were too small for me to have climbed out of – that had been my first idea. Beyond the shimmering panes of glass, the night sky taunted me; its hollow moon eyed me smugly. I could practically see its smirk in its creases and craters. A thump outside drew me from my brooding. I stood slowly, my knees locking as I rose.

I only went to the stream that day I dug lilies. He looks into the window of my car, at what must be the girl's crouching form. My eyes blur and ny heart continues to thud. I don't know what to do! I can't just watch, but Hell if I want to be harmed either. I softly cluck to Creature to get him into the room. I shut the window until the gap is barely visible, just enough to hear through. Completely out of sight, I slide against the wall to grab a hanging mirror. I crawl back under the window, ducking and positioning my mirror so I can see out through it. I tap once on the wall below the window to get Creature to bark. And he does! His deep roofs carry outside and his front paws are supported

State your mission The house was quieter than Ares expected. He had stood outside for nearly a full minute, staring at the pale curtains drawn tight across the front windows, trying to gauge whether anyone was home. The street hummed with the lazy noise of late afternoon—children playing soccer barefoot on the asphalt, a woman balancing a basket of yams on her head as she passed, the distant blare of a car horn. But behind the walls of Tessa’s and Ayisha’s duplex, everything seemed still.

Finally, on the fourth try, the glass gives way, cool night air rushing in. The sudden influx of fresh air revives Cree momentarily. He coughs violently, eyes snapping open. "Go," he wheezes, pushing me weakly towards the window. "Not without you," I insist, grabbing his arm and hoisting him up. The window frame is jagged with broken glass, but I don't care. I boost Cree up first, ignoring the cuts on my hands as I push him through the narrow opening. Once he's safely outside, I scramble up after him, adrenaline giving me strength I didn't know I had. As I wriggle through the window, a shard of glass slices deep into my side. I bite back a scream, forcing myself to keep moving.

he retorted and returned the window back to normal before zooming off. Aurora kept glancing at the time as she paced up and down the living room, it was already past ten in the night and Malcolm was not yet back. Not like she was worried but Liam kept asking about his papa till he slept and she knew he was not in a good frame of mind as he left the house earlier. Just as she picked up her phone to call him, she heard his car drive into the compound and she found herself running towards the door. Aurora stopped short as a semi drunk Malcolm alighted from the car, he looked sober yet wasted and she could feel his pain.

I got up from my bed and walked towards the window. Parting the curtains to the side, the blinding light of the sun piercing through the window panes made me close my eyes for a moment. I closed my eyes tightly then opened them slowly until I got adjusted to the glare. The moment I gazed into the distance, all I could see was the rich and sprawling greeneries below the wide canopy of the sky, animated by its sailing, fluffy clouds. From where I stood, it looked like I was on top of a hill overlooking the rolling stretch of farms and plain below.

"After the meeting with the potential partner he saw Miss Ara's ex walking down the road. I don't know, he was real pissed he ordered me to get him in the barn." "Barn?" Barn is what they call the storage room where they torture or kill people who won't give answers easily. WHEN the area had been cleared, Ara sneaked out past Vanluke's men. Upon arriving he was already leaving so she decided to go where he was headed. She used the kitchen back door to get out of the mansion. Tiptoeing behind the bushes and trees she arrived at a storage house above the mountain. No one was outside thankfully. Silently she peeped at the door. She couldn't see nor hear anything so she looked for another entran

Aiden: Look outside. My heart immediately betrayed me. Again. I turned toward the office window and the city stretched beyond the glass. Rain had finally stopped, the evening sky glowed gold and blue above New York. There was no sign of him. I frowned then typed ‘I don’t see anything.’ The reply came immediately. Aiden: Wrong window. Slowly, I turned toward the smaller window beside my office door and nearly dropped my phone. Aiden stood across the street leaning casually against a black car and looking directly at me.

As Dahlia storms into the room, she screams, “How the hell have you been talking to people?” I laugh, “Nobody has been here. I talk to people in my sleep. Why?” She looks out the window and stops in her tracks. She is captivated by whatever memory she is seeing now. I look at all my siblings, and they are slightly smiling at me, knowing what the window is doing. I sit in my spot, on the floor, and wait as she continues looking out that window. Taylor, who is seated on the floor right next to the window, is watching Dahlia intently. Taylor looks at me, holds a finger to her eye and traces a line down her cheek to tell me that she is crying. I nod in understanding.

His window was directly below me. Ari. He’d never told me his name. He didn’t have to. I traced a claw along the stone ledge, carving his initials into the edge. Tiny. Neat. He’d never see it. But I would. Every time I came here. Every night until he opened the window and let me in. And when he did… it wouldn’t be the wind brushing his cheek anymore.