Romans & histoires A House Of Night

My beating roared in my temples as every creak of the house made me freeze. I reached the sprawling living room. Ledger stood with his back to me near the floor-to-ceiling windows. He wore only tailored black trousers, his muscular back and shoulders bare, the detailed ancient tattoo across his chest visible in the glass reflection. A glass of dark red liquid swirled in his hand. This was it. I crept closer, bare feet silent on the rug, heart hammering so hard I felt dizzy. For Roland. For the others. For every night he violated me while I slept. I raised the knife high, aiming for the base of his neck.

— The House by the Sea, Night Deep into the night, silence enveloped the house overlooking the sea. The distant sound of waves drifted through the windows, filling the emptiness with a soft but steady rhythm. Daniel and Rovan were asleep, each in their own room, enveloped in the stillness that followed a night of terror. Malik and Dima emerged from their rooms, each wearing a mask. Their footsteps were measured on the cold floor. The night air slid through the slightly open windows, gently stirring the curtains, as if the house itself were breathing softly.

Natalie I stepped into the house. It was quiet, unnaturally so. The kind of silence that feels padded, like a place meant to keep the world at arm’s length. Everything inside was sleek, modern, and clearly expensive. Clean lines. Cool tones. Nothing out of place. It was all new, curated. No signs of life, no mess, no warmth. Just perfection. Of course it was. The Nightclaws didn’t do disorder. They didn’t just own homes—they owned entire cities. Villages. Regions. A family like that didn’t rent out shabby safe houses.

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

Bad. Cash and I were the only ones that survived the Nightmare from our family. Mom and Dad were already sick by the time the vampires came to our home to 'save' us. The vamps were only there for me. They had found out about my IQ and wanted my brain to join them. I had insisted that they saved my brother as well. I may have made it a deal breaker.

A two-storey house came into view as Lilliane got off the tricycle. It seemed to have been built after the Second World War, one of those houses referred to as “post-war”. Lilliane noticed the large windows, making her think that the house must be well-ventilated, allowing the breeze to flow freely inside. It was also evident that the house was well-maintained, as its beauty remained despite the passage of time and the modernization around it. There were no visible cracks or damages on the wooden walls, and the roof seemed to have been freshly painted.

’ Ethan tossed his keys onto a marble console and headed in the direction of what I presumed was the kitchen. “Want an espresso?”he shouted over. “Sure,”I responded. In the absence of Ethan, I decided to do some exploring of his abode. The first thing that came to mind was that this place could comfortably fit my apartment three times over. It had a wonderful view overlooking Central Park through the floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the entire room, ‘This place would be gorgeous at night.’ I thought to myself. There was a singular magnificent painting on the wall of water poured over burning flames, that I could only imagine the cost of. The floors were polished white marbles, that I

At long last, she nods and gets up, slowly following me to my bedroom. My pack house is much smaller than Landon’s is. Like the suits, the expensive watches and flashy cars, a big pack house only exists to show off their wealth. More than half of Landon’s pack house stands empty. Apart from the household staff and a few sex slaves, his wolves live in singles’ quarters or cottages similar to the Craven’s house. I like my privacy. When I decided to move Breaking Dawn’s base of operations to this part of my territory, I built a simple, three-storey house. Only Brent and Victor live here full-time. My wolves and warriors have their own homes spread out across my lands.

AT THE CAPITAL, CENTRAL POWER OF THE ROYAL HOUSE OF LYCANS PALACE HENRI OF BLOODCLAW Henri was furious as he clawed the council table, his eyes filled with dangerous resolve as he grimaced at the faces before him: the Small Council, Lord Ashfold, Kaila, Grand Prince Aric, Vera Cole, and the Grand Maester. Their eyes shifted between one another as Henri prowled around the table, anger clear on his face.

I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Cages? Don't be ridiculous, Ms. Spitz. We're civilized. There is a safe area and then a restricted area. The area is designed based on the Norweigian prison system. It's one of the humane systems in the entire world, it's completely safe for everyone involved. I wonder . . . in your university environment you would never have been able to see a full mating drive? Alphas are restrained in society."