Through My Window Ares の小説・ストーリー

I approach the window. The day falls slowly. The sky cries with me. And there, on the misty glass, something strange: A mark. A faint imprint, like that of a palm. Small. Delicate. I stare at it, frozen. I place my hand on it. It is cold, but the glass trembles under my fingers. And then, deep within me, a heartbeat. A presence. Fleeting. Fragile. But real. Not an illusion. Not a memory. Something else.

“Say, when our Jens grows up, will he have a split personality like his father?” Rose shuddered. “Our Jens won’t become like this.” The sound of the windows creaking, although very soft, was particularly prominent in the silent night. The two sat up together in shock. Rose said, “It’s the wind. I’ll go and close the window.” Rose walked to the bedside and closed the window. When she turned back, she saw Josephine with a hand over her mouth, staring behind her in horror. Rose turned around abruptly and saw ‘Jay Ares’ standing in front of her with a sullen face.

Or did it? I sat on my bed, staring out the window, lost in thought. The curtains fluttered in the gentle breeze, casting shadows that danced across the room. A noise outside snapped me out of my thoughts. I leaned forward, curious. My first guess was Ares. He was always creeping in my garden, looking up at my window. I got up and opened the window, expecting nothing special. But there he was, face to face with me. I gasped, stumbling backward in shock. He had used a ladder to climb up to my window. I moved back, and he took the chance to climb in.

We got to do this' Ares says further. Inhaling a deep breath, I close my eyes and pray to the moon goddess we'll be alright and go down in one piece. I hope. Slowly, I push open the window, careful not to be heard by Mike who probably had his ear up against the door checking on me. I slide my feet down first until it lands on the roof. Once I did, I close the window from the outside, ducking so that Mike won't see me when he comes back into my room.

I threw off the covers, padded quietly across the floor, and parted the window curtains to peer down into the yard. Sure enough, a dark silhouette stood near the edge of the lawn. Ares was standing completely still under the moonlight, his face turned toward the sky as the freezing night wind swirled around him. He looked so peaceful out there, completely lost in thought, that I decided against opening the window to call him back inside. I quietly slipped back into bed and pulled the comforter tight around my chin, forcing my eyes shut.

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Aurelia's Point Of View I glanced outside the window, my eyes tracing the familiar road as Alpha Dante expertly navigated the car through the winding streets. The morning sunlight bathed everything in a warm glow, casting delicate shadows on the passing buildings. It was a beautiful day, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as we neared our destination.

A mask slipped over my face. I disabled the mansion’s cameras through my phone, debating whether to take the back door or the window. The staff might delay me. The window was risky—but faster. Window it is!

I shift forward, eyes narrowing. Through the window, I can see the faint outline of a crib. Ariana’s shadow moves back and forth, slow, rhythmic, soothing. She’s singing. I can’t hear the words, but I know the melody. I press my hand against the cold windowpane of the car, fingers trembling. Something inside me twists tighter, darker. The glass fogs under my breath. I draw a line through it, just one, like I’m cutting the night in half. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” I murmur.

Ariana The rain beat against the windowpane in a steady rhythm, a somber backdrop to the turmoil that churned within me. I stood outside the imposing doors of the Blood Moon Pack's meeting room, my heart pounding in my chest as I fought back the waves of anxiety that threatened to engulf me.