Aphmau House Novels & Stories

And finally Amar and Rio relented and finally let Kalf come with them to Malang to see the three of them's house being built. "You are stubborn elder." said Amar indignantly at his one friend. Kalf, who had been listening to Amar talking non-stop, thought that the radio was broken. Because Kalf wanted to see how the three of them house was under construction. The three of them went to Malang city. Because Amar still hasn't told his wife about building their house. Amar with his power, he easily ordered famous contractors and architects to handle the three of them. And no half-hearted Amar poured money for the construction of his house this time. And the preparations Amar also prepared carefu

Amara’s POV The Cape Haven Community Clinic was a building that seemed to be held together by salt-crusted paint and the sheer stubbornness of the locals. It stood at the edge of town, a squat brick structure that groaned whenever the Atlantic wind whipped against its north face. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of industrial floor wax and the faint, metallic tang of an aging radiator that clanked like a ghost in the walls.

amara's eyes filled with tears by stopping the tears to come out from eyes, amara said "every corner of this house is filled with her memories, she runs whole house with pippin and her pet friends this place is like a mini zoo around her, she loves animals, she always cooks delicious items for us, she sits in this couch along with her father to watch cartoons she runs to the kitchen while nagging maa feed me maa maa, this is the chant I hear thousands of times in a day

Aamina pouted showing her disagreement but eventually agreed knowing dado was right. "But where will we go ?" Osama asked enthusiastically exited for the upcoming trip. "Obviously to bhaai's house in Auli. It's amazing and I want to go there, again." Aamina answered dreamily. "Okay I'll ask the caretaker to clean the place, and check everything." Mustafa nodded agreeing but on the other hand Maria was confused about the place he owned in Auli which Osama cleared seeing confusion marring her face. "Bhaai bought it immediately after you went away, and let me tell you! that house is amazing. It's a cabin house, which is located between the woods."

Yes, what if? Amber stood in front of Liam’s residence. Contrary to Fabian’s simple but exquisitely designed home, Liam’s was flashy and screamed for attention. Two mini golden busts of Plutus, the Greek god of wealth rested on both sides of the main door of a triple storey mansion. They were illuminated by two extremely dull downlights that happened to also be painted in gold colour. Around her, a symphony of crickets began to chirp. His house was surprisingly quiet and secluded, given that it was just a block away from the hospital. Amber sucked in her breath and pulled at her denim bag. Her hand slipped into the bag’s back pocket for her stun gun only to brush against a strip of her morni

one of the girls exclaimed as they stepped inside. Amara couldn’t help but agree—even though, in her head, she wanted to correct her. This isn’t a room. It’s an entire damn house. Still, she stayed quiet, her eyes sweeping across the beautiful space. The house was big—easily five bedrooms, with a full kitchen, dining area, and living room. Wooden floors, walls made from thick round bamboo poles, and even the ceiling followed the same natural design. It was rustic, warm, and honestly kind of breathtaking.

she asked. “I can’t tell you until you promise not to tell anyone. Not even Leo. Please, sorella…it’s important,” I said firmly. “Can you promise?” Amara stared long and hard at me, and it was kind of unnerving because she had a very magnetic, authoritative presence to her. But eventually, she sighed and gave me a nod. “Fine. I promise. Tell me what it is ” she said. “What do you know about Casa degli Schiavi or the Slave House?” I asked. Amara blinked at me, her eyes widening and darkening a bit, her expression going from calm to kind of worried or maybe scared?

BEADS of sweat had formed on Amara’s forehead when she opened her eyes, forcedly waking herself up from an unwanted nightmare. She gasped as she stared at the old brown-colored thatched coconut roof. As she got up on the bed, her eyes looked around the tiny room where she was. It was dark, and the only thing that was somehow lighting up the room was the moonlight through the window. Tears started to burn her eyes. Her lower lip trembled, remembering the tragic fact that her father and Killian died unjustly.

“I actually can once it comes to my daughter, Dr. Martin. Maybe if you had kids of your own, you would see that not everything is best for them. Especially, the people you forbid them from being with.” “Honey, I found a house.” I heard Amanda behind me. I turned around and seen the phone in her hand. She had screenshots of the house she chose from us. It was really nice and it was close to my family like I wanted it to be. The house was a two story with yellow paint covering it. The yellow was different for me since our house was a beige color, but I could deal with it. “It’s only a thousand a month, utilities included.” She told me.

He stops as they both stumbled upon a house, Now the house wasn’t like any other house, It seemed like it was built years ago, You could see the railings of the house falling apart, He shared a look with Aurora and looked back at the house which they just stumbled upon. The house had a huge sign on it that read 'HOUSE 5B2C ' They were at the supposed house, Looking at the house again, you could tell it was a deserted house, The railings were falling apart however the front door was still in place, This was the haunted house.