Aphmau House Novels & Stories

he muttered, eyes fixed on the road, hands firm on the wheel. I wanted to curse at him. “You’re an idiot,” I snapped, crossing my arms. “I hate you.” That wasn’t entirely true. I hated the situation I was trapped in. But he didn’t need to know that. Marco irritated me. He always maintained that security posture. Never said much. Followed my father’s rules to the letter. I hated every one of those stupid rules. The car slowed in front of a massive dark iron gate. Beyond it stood a mansion—one that took up an entire block, the only house on the street.

The house was built by their grandfather's best friend company for just him and Amaya, a place where they both come to hide in their presence away from the world. After he parked the car, Damien came down. Damien opened the door and on the light, what he saw made him squeeze his brows. The sitting room was filled with broken vessels and bottles, Damien couldn't help but ask Alice what happened. "Alice, was this done by Amaya?"Damien asks "'Y'es master Damien, Miss Amaya was aggressive today when she came in.” Alice said for Damien to sigh. "Clean it up "Damien ordered as he went upstairs to meet his sister,

They tiptoed into the forest walking through the dry leaves and green trees on their way. A little far from the start they saw a old shabby house and the tracking device showed that the ring was nearby meaning Amelthia was in the house. Deep in the forest there was an old house giving the vibes of a haunted house. The house gave the vibes f a haunted house. a haunted huge from which the kids are scared and terrified of. The house was quite huge, a double story building in which it was almost impossible to enter through the higher windows and doors. There was np fence only a stack of bricks around which weren't even cemented together. Felix turned off the tracking device and signaled the fell

"Sometimes What you are looking for Comes like a Yellow And trap you in a web When you're not looking" TAAPUR . . Rathore Mansion , Mumbai . . Same Day . . . (When Taapur went with the boys) Abhimanyu was working in his study room , on the very important Business's files but sudden knock on the door disturbed him . He looked up angrily but his eyes softened to see His Choti MAA (Shakti/Aunt) was standing at the door step with both Father's of Taapur

It was her house! Three story big, plush villa with a fountain across the entrance standing gloriously in the light of the sun. The sun just rose. Amara bit her lower lip as the guard standing before the gates of her house amusingly stood up from the chair that he was sitting in and forced a smile at her. "Amara ma'am? You are here!" he exclaimed.

I could read that he was familiar with the place we were passing through. How could he not when we used to visit my parent’s house whenever we came home to this province? Casa Amara was composed of villas and rest houses that were inside the big compound. The houses were far enough from each other so the guests could have their privacy. Clients can choose the type of villa we have. Some rest houses were made of bamboo for fresher feels, while others were made of concrete. The car stopped in front of my office. I helped Nexus sit in his wheelchair again. My secretary, Anjeanette, came afterward and greeted me.

Searching for anyone who posed a threat to me. Seconds later, a couple of men appeared inside a doorway to our left. Fumbled for their guns. Amadeus didn't hesitate. Jumped at them with all his might. Crashed into one that tumbled into the rest. None of them were harmed but disarmed long enough that I could pass. The compound consisted of mainly one street. Several houses littered the sides. A shack in the middle. One large truck that had a cage on the back filled with children was parked in front of the largest house of them all. The house Priamos had told us about.

[Zeve’s POV] Zahir set the coordinates of the place in his mind and Hikari used his magic to teleport us in front of a gable house constructed in aesthetics of blackish green, black, white and golden. I looked around and there were over twenty houses identical in design, but different in colour and precincts. A thing that stood out about Zahir’s house was — golden spells beautifully and aesthetically carved all over the house in the Maziki language. That house had small windows but no doors.

He then started walking. The sky was dark now and the trees made it more difficult to see the way. They made the inside of the forest even darker. They were walking for a couple of minutes now until Amara saw a small fine house with smoke coming out of the chimney. There seems to be somebody inside cooking. They headed their way inside the house. It is cozy. Amara was impressed. Suddenly, a lady came out of a room which Amara assumes to be the kitchen.She was holding a large bowl of meat cooked in a soup. It smells so nice.