Through My Window Ares Novelas e Histórias

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.

So after looking for days, my phone never showed up, and I’ve pretty much accepted I’ll never see it again. I look around the room, trying to trace the source of the music. With a start, I realize that it’s coming from the window. The sound is coming from outside. My window is slightly ajar to let in the cool night air. I tip toe over to it, noticing how the song gets slightly louder and clearer the closer I get. What I see when I reach the window takes my breath away. A faint silvery light glows in the distant darkness of the forest, pulsing and radiating with a slow rhythm, like a phosphorescent fish glimmering in the gloomy ocean depths.

Erica I didn’t know how much time passed as I stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows looking out at the cloudy sky. There was no sun in sight and the chilled glass against my palm told me the weather was only going to get colder later. My gaze snagged on the dark escalade and I could only make out the men in dark uniforms stepping out of it but I didn’t pay them any attention as I heard a buzzer going off near the door.

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.

Glancing over at him I put the spoon into my mouth and raised my brow at him staring over my shoulder toward my front window. "What are you staring at?" Axel raised his finger and pointed at whatever he was looking at. Turning my head I saw the colorful sparkle glimmering outside of the window. The sun had risen enough to catch it and the multiple prisms were cascading colors through the window. Sliding my chair back I went to open my front door and as I was about to step onto my porch I saw the black chalk rune marks. Pulling my foot back I leaned out to see a crystal mobile hanging from my porch rafters.

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.

How many more must die before you accept the truth? Aria opened her eyes slowly. Outside the window, flames rose high above the settlement, painting the night sky in ominous orange and red. She watched as wounded wolves were carried through the streets by their comrades. Children cried in terror while families fled toward what little shelter remained. Fear was everywhere, thick and suffocating, wrapping around the entire territory like a shroud.

‎ ‎Right outside my window. ‎ ‎

There was a half-curved glass floor-to-ceiling window there, and outside the window, the colorful neon lights in the downtown area of R City could be seen. Alex was lying on the U-shaped sofa by the window, with his back facing Jessie. He was smoking, and the green smoke was so dense that it blurred the air.