A House With Good Bones Novels & Stories

he says, giving me a huge grin, “Another of August’s properties. It’s actually nicer than this one. Apparently, the old man’s been holding out on us.” “That is amazing,” I tell him, but then I worry that my husband somehow believes I need such luxury, and I don’t. “But you do know that all I need is you, right,” I say, gazing into his eyes, “I mean, it’s not necessary.” “Yes, of course,” he tells me, with a smile, “And I you. But you gotta admit, they are pretty fun. And this house has a built-in greenhouse. Flowers of every kind. And, this is crazy, but it's got bullet proof glass.”

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.

"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

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

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."

I noticed many pack members, especially the females drop their heads and look away once they saw me as we continued onto the house. The house was stone, cold and intimidating. Nothing to my liking. It had been built to elude a medieval castle feeling, however the stones were large, poorly laid out and the residence took on more of a contemporary style. It was a poor use of resources and the architect laid out the home terribly. I examined the high ceilings, which were the only thing I was able to agree upon, when I heard a voice bellow from the staircase.

He should be living in an ecru and probably temporary apartment next door to stressed-out grad students. Good bones - that's what realtors and remodelers say. This house had good, out-of-place, out-of-time, Victorian, sharp bones. Lawrence boasted some schizophrenic streets where consistency was clearly considered to be the hobgoblin of little minds. But even among such neighbors, Ace's house had stood out.