Aphmau House Novels & Stories

he explained. "Stupid! You're just being stingy; you want me to bake because you know I'm not going to ask for anything!" "And that as well!" he exclaimed. We both laughed. We went into a high-class village in a matter of minutes. The houses in this village are massive, just like the ones in Aries' village. We came to a halt in front of a house that looked similar to Mamita's, except it was on a flat surface. Mamita's house was situated on a hill. And I believe this one is smaller than the mansion in Northern Samar.

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,

He calmed down, hugged his pet dolphin, and murmured, "Okay, go on." "They stated they will return here to look at the house. It was evident that they were interested earlier, but because there was a dummy there earlier, it seems like one of them is no longer interested." I said as I continued to stare at Rome. "Then, that's good. Val's house can still be rented by someone else," said Macedonia. I merely sighed. This crazy idiot is a very picky listener.

15-year-old Shama ran upstairs to her apartment. She wore shabby clothes and her hair was wrecked. Her hands were dirty with mud. A tiny cupcake was in one of her hand which was half burnt and the other hand had a little doll made up of mud. She grabbed two candles in her mouth as she ran to the rooftop. Shama reached the rooftop and sat there. She went inside a little tent made up of shabby cloth. Many books and handmade items decorated it. A little lamp glowed in the dark. Shama took out a photo of her mother, father and grandpa.

He flashed us a cryptic smile. I gulped hard, eyeing the house. It looked truly haunted, occupying a significant space on the side of the dock. The windows and walls looked as though they had been forgotten through time. Giant bats and gargoyles manned the threshold and roof. “We can choose another booth,” Liam said when I kept eyeing the house. Shaking my head, I tugged him back when he was about to leave. “No,” I stated. “Let’s go. This is perfect.”

He asked. April took a peek and pointed at a two storied mansion few meters ahead, an infinity pool and a black swing gate with the initials of JA carved on front. The roof is high, triangular, but one side is longer than the other and is covered with red ceramic tiles. It had an array of fresh-looking palm tree on front and a terrace view on the second floor. “Our house is next to that rich looking house.” They stopped at a simple bungalow house made from unpolished cement bricks, it had the standard province roof with rust on different areas. They have a bamboo fence with no gate, blossoms of hibiscus, two tall looking papaya tree and malnourished guava tree. “Welcome to my home.” Her brot

Ama was fascinated, and Patrick just smiled at her as he stared at her pretty face. Ama seemed to have a peaceful and nice aura, unlike Tina, Patrick thought, and he asked her, "Are you from this village?." "Yeah, I am. You know Ochanda girls are very cute, so I am from here; here is my mother's shop; we live at the back compound as my father owns the house and shops here," Ama said sweetly to Patrick.

He was all alone with occasional female visitors. We pulled in and parked in the compound. "Oh? A bungalow. This looks cool." Ama said. "Yes it is. This, was my first house when I came back from studying abroad." I told her. Her mouth hung open "what? Why did you now move?" She asked. I chuckled "It's big right? Is the penthouse not big too?" I asked her. "It is but this is obviously bigger so why." She asked again.

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