A House With Good Bones Novels & Stories

"Has someone been looking after it? It’s incredibly clean." Bane nodded, cutting a piece of meat with precision. "I own several houses and parcels of land across various pack territories. They are registered under dummy corporations. Each property has a designated housekeeper who is paid well to maintain the premises and ask zero questions." I nodded slowly, a profound sense of awe washing over me. He was incredibly resourceful. He didn't just have wealth; he had foresight. He had built a network of contingencies long before he ever needed them. The question of the murder burned on the tip of my tongue, but the words felt too heavy to voice directly. Instead, I opted for something safer. "Ho

London didn’t stand a chance against him. Memories from last night flooded my mind—the scorching kisses she gave me and how tight her pussy was. Bones would never give her that kind of sex, the merciful kind. It would only be chains, whips, and broken bones. I actually felt sorry for her. “What’s taking her so long?” Bones asked with a sigh. “I should be getting back. Besides, I’m eager to play with my new toy.” He grinned in a sickening way, one eye smaller than the other. His teeth were crooked, and he smelled like old garlic.

That was the truest measure of its health. Spring would come again. And Bloom House would open its doors. Not as a monument. But as a living thing. Rooted. Adaptable. Free.

Even if I had to, I'd drag someone down with me. A rusty axe lay in the corner of the cabin, left behind after chopping firewood. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and swung at the lock. A loud clang echoed across the entire pack's territory, sending birds scattering from the rooftops. After a dozen swings, my arms burned with pain. The lock finally snapped. I shoved the door open and bolted. Under the moonlight, my skin gleamed an eerie violet. Clearly, the wolfsbane had seeped into my bones.

About three miles away was the Integrity Bank’s signature building, the fifty feet mansion with the twin Roman pillars at the front entrance. The sight of the distasteful architecture always had a way of ruining his breezing tranquil. He believed in moderation. His glass coven was a perfectly good example; making good use of the land, which consisted of 20% pool space and a beautiful, ultramodern, building. With Smart House sequence performing self-clean, automatic ignition features installed. Nearly every inch of the house was glass-cut from the doors to the walls. It looked more like a science lab than a home.

“She gets no benefits and has to earn what she gets.” Alrick sat in the lumpy leather armchair and watched the sky lighten through a grungy window. The bones of the house were good. But the care of the house? That appeared lacking for a long time. It’s a place where one could explore the lower vices. It would take a lot to return the house back to its potential. And he wondered whether it would be worth doing. What had spurred Hector into wanting that land? He didn’t need it, and he couldn’t use it. He didn’t have the personnel to guard it, let alone use it for anything. They didn't have an overpopulation problem.

She was so much fun to sit and chat with, and even though it was clear she had other important matters on her mind, just sitting across from her in a booth, talking about their days and their hopes for the upcoming Christmas events lightened Brady’s load, despite the fact that he was in the middle of a stressful time, what with the move, pressure to perform at his new job, and everything else weighing him down. “So… you had the inspection on the house?” Noelle asked. He’d mentioned it in passing earlier but hadn’t elaborated. “How did it go?” “Great,” he said with a nod of his head. “Everything looks good. There’s a small crack in the foundation they said will need repaired soon, and they su

“I’m already hungry and you just won’t woke up. Why are you so diligent on finishing that so lame thesis anyway when we’re still going to die someday?” Coming out from the bathroom after washing my face, I appreciated the beautiful scenery in the morning. His messy curly hair is all over his face, the bridge of his nose pointing proudly, with his jaw protruding manliness and masculinity, looking down on his sensual lips which he’s trying to wet right now, I cannot miss the thought that he’s such a waste. His genes would not spread, ‘coz just like me, his type is also a guy. Damn dude.

Gray whispered back. The inside of the house is no better than the outside. There were cracks and small holes on the ceiling, the colors on the walls were fading, furniture looked antique with all the peeled parts of wood on the corners as if some rodent was nibbling on them, and the floor tiles were dingy. The house was obviously not in good condition.

Wood who had no money or power, and anyone could step on her like a doormat. The housekeeper can totally side with Susan. "I hope Mr. Wood and his wife can live in harmony." The housekeeper replied, "That's what a happy home would look like." "Home?" Gale was stunned. Ever since Shawn appeared in her life, she had not called any place home for a long time. Just like the jade bracelet in front of her, her home had been torn apart. "Yes, Mrs. Wood, when you marry Mr. Wood, you will have a small family. I watched Mr. Wood grow up since he was a child, so I hope he is happy."