Aunt Ruth Loud House Novels & Stories

Mom said and I folded my hands. "Mom, what does being pretty have to do with working in his company?" I asked. "God didn't endow you with beauty only for it to be wasted." She reminded me and I nodded standing up. I yawned again and picked my bag from the chair. "Ok, I'll be going to his organization, I'll make sure I don't flare up if he's rude to me because I hate arrogant people," I replied and mom nodded. I came out of the house and greeted our next door neighbor.

This is my dad's parents house ,when they died and Aunt Laura wasn't married she stayed here alone. Aunt Laura was already at the door waiting for us as we got out of the car. The first smell that hit my nose was a cow dump,it was so strong that my face turned into a scowl, I looked around in search of where that offense smell was coming from but I saw nothing,what was I expecting when we came to a house near a farm. No one was offended by it because they were smiling and Rebecca pressing her phone. "Oh John well back home". Aunt Laura said.

I got out of bed and tiptoed toward the bedroom door, slowly pushing it open. A thick stench of blood and energy rushed toward me, almost pushing me back into the room. In the middle of the living room, there was a pot of pinkish raw pork. Jaden was holding a piece of the meat, his eyes closed as he prayed sincerely at the shrine. My mother-in-law stood to the side, watching him with a grim expression, but there was also a crazed look of love in her eyes as she gazed at her son.

I sobbed, making my way up the stairs. When I approached the bedroom, I could hear sounds coming from the inside. It was the voice of Isabel moaning to Phill's thrusts. Her voice echoed around the mansion, causing not just me but also the helpers to feel irritated. "Oh Yes! Faster, my love! Faster!" She screamed louder, moaning out. This broke me deeply, sending my feet running down the hall of the floor to my room. I had my hands covering my ears to block the moaning voice of Isabel.

She nodded towards the stool beside the window. "Has Blaze gone to work?" Edith asked as she sat down. "Yes." Triana felt awkward as she watched her smile. She wondered what Edith had on her mind. "Kids are growing day by day," Edith said. "They will soon start running around the entire house." "Do you have something to say?" Triana couldn’t help but wonder.

I told Mila and she nodded once again. "I understand, Mommy." She said before she wrapped her arms around me. I turned the TV on, and we decided to watch The Grinch. A sudden knock came from the door so I got up from the couch. The house seems so quiet today, there's not a single worker in sight.

Ana voiced her thoughts with a thoughtful tone, her concern for Richard evident in her words because she thought that Richard might need care at night. "It will be quite a distance from here," George explained, stepping out of the car and positioning himself beside Richard, opening the door for him. "Besides, there's construction work happening at the mansion, and many of the servants have gone home for the occasion," he continued, his voice carrying a note of practicality. "I don't think there will be much benefit in going there." "Miss Ana, there is a security code 5641." "Okay," Ana understood and hurried to the house that had a lock. And she pressed the security code and heard the door u

And outside, the world moved on, but inside the villa, a new dawn had begun—a dawn of love, of family, and of a future that was theirs to shape. The storm was over. The battles had ended. And finally, Ruthless Claim had reached its conclusion, leaving nothing but hope, love, and the quiet promise of every tomorrow.

Surely even the manager couldn’t just up and leave whenever they wanted. I paused and stared down the street, where a moving truck was parked and Mrs Hendrick’s house was being emptied out. Ever since she passed away, her daughter had been meaning to clean out the house and put it on the market. Mangrove Street was a typical suburban street, but the houses here were highly sought after because it was close to everything. Whatever you needed was exactly five minutes away, and that was something Aunt Carol and every other house owner was highly proud of. I made my way towards the front door, and the first thing that seemed odd to me when I walked in was the music blasting from upstairs. Aunt C

They were nothing like my dysfunctional family. Desperately,I tapped hard on the door. It was quiet as if no one was home. I moved back to look at Calla's bedroom window,but it was dark. I turned my heels back thinking no one was home when I heard the door creak open. My head sprung around immediately to see Aunt Kathy standing by the door with a big blanket wrapped around her. Her eyes were shaggy like they had melted into a puddle of tears. She looked more tired than sad.