Through My Window Ares の小説・ストーリー

AURORA I stood at the window, my fingers trembling as I clutched the towel tightly around me. Outside, shards of my burner phone glinted on the grass below, the broken a perfect reflection of how I felt inside. Ethan hadn’t hit me. At least not yet, but the look in his eyes had been terrifying. I could not help but think back at what he did to my mother, and what he could do to me.

[MATURE SCENES AHEAD] Aries pressed his lips against her plump ones, trapping her against the glass window from where they could witness the vibrant city life even in the late hours of the night. He turned her to the window, and she could see the raindrops sliding down the glass, blurring the view outside. A wave of relief washed over Cara as her breast made contact with the cold glass, effectively cooling her down and providing respite from the blistering heat of her body.

he deserves the same if he was stupid enough to come home. Skipping down the stairs with a lightfooted pep, Ares, a satisfied pup showing his belly. The gentle thump of music calls my attention, the bright blaze of a fire in the corner of my vision. Walking to the window in the kitchen, I see a bonfire blazing, as my collective members drink beer from a keg.

I рісk a tаblе where I can juѕt mаkе out April thrоugh thе frоnt window. I watch her саrеfullу frоm the dіѕtаnсе. It brеаkѕ mу heart tо ѕее her walk uр to a саr window, attempt tо nеgоtіаtе a trісk and get rеjесtеd.

Chapter 3- A Perfect Day Drrrrr! Crash! Bang! Melo was awoken by crashing and banging happening outside his room. What kind of ruckus is happening? He thought to himself. He slightly opened his eyes but all he saw were the lights peeking through his window blinds, beaming across the room. He scooted to the other side of the bed, facing his big glass window that is covered with white blinds. Then, he slipped two of his fingers in between the blinds and allowed just the right amount of light to pass through.

The window is open from the inside. After Geneva.

But he'd already pushed the door open and pulled me inside. The penthouse was dark except for the city lights streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Shadows and light played across expensive furniture and artwork. And standing by those windows, silhouetted against the glittering cityscape, was Ares. He turned as we entered, and even in the dim light I could see that infuriating smile on his face. "There she is," he said, his voice smooth as expensive whiskey. "The woman of the hour." I stood frozen just inside the doorway. Behind me, I see Ilias close the door and lean against it, arms crossed. Blocking my exit.

“What?” “Let’s jump through the window.” He pulls me on top of the bed with ease. “Come on.” I hear footsteps coming closer and closer. My heart is nothing but a rapid drum beat inside my chest. I risk a peek through the window, and I’m met with the sight of the terracotta streets a few feet below. It’s dark, but not enough to cover the fact that it will be a painful landing. I face Alistair. “I can’t.”

~⁠Ari‍a's POV‍~ The wheel‌s hit the tarmac wi‌th a⁠ heavy thud, vibrating through‍ the floor of the pri‍vate je⁠t. I looked out the window at the gray‌ New Je‌rs‌ey horizon. The peace we h‍ad in the mountains fe‌lt like it had happened a lifetime ago, not just a few hours.

Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds. Jack?!