Through My Window Ares Novels & Stories

As I’m climaxing, I feel the presence of someone watching me through the bathroom window. The window has no curtain since our bathroom faces the woods behind our house. The window is just high enough to only show my shoulders and head; I put my hand on the window to wipe away the fog caused from the hot steam. I didn’t realize before I started to really look around in the backyard that my wolf Mia started helping me see through the darkness with wolf vision. I see eyes in the woods glowing silver looking up at me.

But it wasn’t just dreams anymore. I could feel it. Even now… standing here… like eyes burning into the back of my neck. I spun toward the window, heart hammering— Nothing. Just the trees. But something in my gut whispered otherwise. --- Downstairs, the house buzzed with energy. I heard voices before I even reached the last step. Louis, Asher, and Aria were all crowded by the window, fighting over who got the best view. “What’s going on?” I asked, frowning.

I can see the curtain, the shadow of someone moving inside. The message reads: I am not there anymore. I am closer. I am inside. I have been inside. I am in your walls. I am in your vents. I am in your head. I have been here all along. You just did not see me. I stand. I walk to the window. The glass is cold against my forehead. The fire escape is empty. The metal is wet. The stairs lead down into the dark. The window is locked. The latch is secure. I check it twice.

Asher Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the chamber. The sounds of birds chirping outside created a serene ambiance. My gaze traveled outside the window and I slowly held my hand in the soft sun rays peeking through the windows as the curtains blew lightly. My heart raced, and I felt like I was being sucked into a nightmare. The world around me twisted and contorted, and I was enveloped in an overwhelming sense of foreboding. The air felt heavy with an oppressive darkness that seemed to seep into my soul.

I might just start to collapse. "Well, why don't you come here?" I ask softly. "We can continue what we started." Ares laughs from the other line. "Well, I'm already outside." My eyes go wide, and immediately I get up from the couch. The twins, as curious as ever, also jump to their feet and follow me as I head to the nearest window to look down to the view in front of the apartment. And just like he said, Ares is indeed there with his phone still pressed to his ear, looking up at the window with the biggest smile on his face.

I went to take a shower after dinner. It was then that I suddenly saw a weird palm print on the glass window. Someone must have left that palm print behind with their soapy hand while taking a shower. The print was quite faint and white against the shiny glass on the window. It was obviously a woman's handprint, and it wasn't mine. My hand was a little bigger than this. So I couldn't have been the one who put it there. It couldn't have been my daughter, Bella Quinton, either. She had tiny hands and wasn't even tall enough to reach that spot yet. Also, it definitely did not belong to my husband, Rory Quinton.

It had scratches and dents, but it had character. Aric walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains. The view was not spectacular, but it was better than the brick wall they had faced in their old apartment. They could see a small park across the street, and beyond that, the city skyline. Aric smiled. It felt good to have a window that opened, to feel the fresh air on their face.

Right now, what I want to see the most is my soulmate, the one who makes me strive hard to restrain myself. I immediately rush to her house, and it's not difficult for me to jump straight through the window that she didn't even lock on the second floor where her room is located. I sit on the window sill, looking at Aurel, who is sound asleep under a thick blanket. I realize she might be disturbed by the gust of wind that could disrupt her sleep, so I quickly descend from the window and close it again.

I saw him, through smoked glass, unlocking the door. I scurried across a patch of young grass and sat down beneath one of the windows that faced into the square. I thought it was a kitchen window, for no better reason than its proximity to a large waste pipe, which could have meant nothing. I waited for a light to illuminate some of the grass, but when it did, it was at the side of the house and I had to creep round. There was a tiny crack between the window frame and the blind if I was very, very careful, I could just fit my eye in that space and take a look.

Ares. “Mom!” I yelled as I pushed open the door of my house as my teacher smiled and waved at me as she walked off leaving me on the front porch as I slammed the door to call my mothers attention. “Mom! I’m home!” I shouted, knocking the door to the house before I went to the window. I peeped inside and I noticed it was dark with only a small light coming from the TV. Dripping my bag, I took out my pencil from my case before pushing it underneath the window and sliding my fingers through the under.Then I pulled it up. The window opened and I grabbed my bag before climbing in and dropping down inside the house.