Aphmau House Novels & Stories

The turmoil really made her sanity almost abnormal now. After her work was done, Fiona decided to return to her apartment unit immediately. She got into the car and drove her vehicle to the scene of the fight. However, just a few kilometers away from the office building, Fiona suddenly had a headache. Her vision was blurred. She knew she had to get to her apartment quickly, but the throbbing in her head felt holding her back now. Finally, a light dazzled her eyes until everything the woman saw was dark instantly. ***

“Did you tell Goth the direction to our home? Nathan? Why are you smiling at me like that? Tell Goth he is heading in the wrong direction.” “Amore we are heading towards our home… see we are here.” They turned into a driveway, the gates opened letting them in to see a beautiful double-story white beach house in front of them. The house was surrounded by a green lawn. In front of the house, there were colorful tulips planted. Amore looked amazed at the house and then at Nathan. “Suprise,” Nathan said. “This is our house?” Amore asked while pointing her finger between her and Nathan. “Yes, and there is more,” Nathan said excitedly.

Even, I didn't recognise the road and the area outside and now I'm standing in front of the old house just like an old Haweli (Palace). It was looking ancient but it was coloured recently and it was beautiful. So many people are working around. I realised that we are in the village. There is no other house that is bigger than this one. Are we at the right place? I looked at my Mom and her look wasn't pleasing. But I think she is doing this for the sake of my Dad's last wish. "Ask someone, which is the house of Mr Vashishtha Sharma?" Mom ordered me and pulled down the glass of the window.

“Even in front of Ama, you can still twist situations.” “Very well… I permit your departure,” Ama Clinthon said firmly, his voice cold yet heavy. He stood upright and planted his cane against the marble floor. “But once you find your child—you will return here to Zealand House to protect my grandchild. You are the only one I can rely on here.”

The safe house was a squat brick building on the far south side of Chicago, tucked behind a shuttered auto-body shop and a row of overgrown lots. No sign. No mailbox. Just a rusted side door Mara unlocked with a key she wore on a chain around her neck. Inside smelled of old coffee and cedar oil someone had tried to make it livable. Solar panels on the flat roof fed a bank of batteries in the corner. Thick blackout curtains over every window. A single landline bolted to the wall, no internet, no Wi-Fi. Off-grid in the truest sense.

Chapter 66: Home, Not Safe Amara POV I unlocked the door to my old house and stepped inside with Potty meowing loudly in her carrier and my suitcase rolling behind me. The house smelled a little dusty from being closed up for so long but it still felt more like mine than Damien's mansion ever did. "We're home Potty," I said, as I set her carrier down and opened it. She ran out immediately and started exploring every corner of the living room like she was making sure everything was still the same. I smiled watching her because at least one of us was happy to be back here.

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 smacked his head and cried out, “It’s coming back to me now! I was taking her away from her house when I noticed an asylum on the hills opposite the slums. The lights there flickered for a moment before the place was thrown into complete darkness. “The power supply voltage there was unstable. So, the lights would flicker a lot. Then, there were those screams too.” Baz reminisced and continued, “I remember asking Shelly about it and she explained that the institution was already there when she moved to the slums because her family went broke. Screams were commonplace, she said. “Now that I think about it, the waves and the unstable power supply voltage I saw from the video call match these

The man in the black jacket who had been with her finally made a sound, even though it was only one word. "Get out." Livy immediately obeyed without asking for anything. Likewise, when the man walked forward, Livy just followed his steps. About three hundred meters from where the car was parked, there is a fairly large house with a towering gate. Right next to the gate is the house number and a carving on the wall that says Hamington's Home. Is it possible that Hamington is this man's last name? The man opened the gate slightly; he also motioned for Livy to come inside as well. A very cold and dark house was the first impression that came to Livy's mind when she entered.

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.