Cheshire Home Invasion Novels & Stories

' I decided to head home first. I hadn’t even gotten out of the cab when Stephanie called, saying someone broke into our house. “We’re at the police station.” "Are Mom and Dad okay?" She sighed. "Good thing I forgot something at the house. Nix and I went back before Mom got home from the market. Nexus got grazed." "Is he alright?" "He says he's fine." I could hear Nexus talking in the background. The intruders had escaped in a black van. My feet turned on their own when I spotted Florence in the garden. She was holding Sevi’s familiar photo album.

Townspeople. They spill into the cabin like a flood, five or six of them, faces twisted with anger and something darker, something that smells of fear masked as rage. They’re not armed with guns, but I see baseball bats, a length of chain, and one of them is holding a rusty crowbar. These aren’t just angry neighbors. They’re looking for a fight. “What the hell is this?” I growl, stepping forward to meet them, keeping myself between them and Cheryl. My voice is low, controlled, but there’s an edge to it that I don’t bother to hide. “You think you can just break into my home?”

She had also informed him about the tightened security, which made him restless. And coinciding with his arrival, the lights in Chloe's house went out. He was shocked and moved quickly so as not to be late. As he observed his surroundings, he felt something was happening, and several men in black uniforms immediately rushed into Chloe's house. Darren initially wanted to intervene, but it turned out that they were on the same side.

I wave it in her face before sliding it onto my finger. She doesn't answer, just grabs her pills and a bottle of water. I tie the veil around my head and step inside. Dr. Mary had been kind enough to rotate Keisha between areas of the house so the workload wasn't unbearable. The rooms were easy to clean as there were barely lived in. But as I approach the library, my chest tightens. It's been two weeks. He's probably forgotten I exist. Maybe he never even came back the next day. But curiosity got the best of me. I looked him up.

There were also pipes and on the other table were pliers and scissors. The same day after his four guests left the estate, Wayne Emerson’s people came to disturb the whole manor. Kierson personally caught one of the intruders and locked that person in his torture room. His people caught three intruders and the other unlucky intruders were dead on the spot. Kierson lazily looked at the man who was tied to the electrical chair. He got a small plier and walked toward the man. “You don’t seem to be the guy who’d dig his own grave," Kierson commented. “Tell me who ordered you to invade my estate,” Kierson said.

They were obviously bodyguards at one glance. Only she and Charles were at home. “Charles, Charles, come out quickly!” Martha was flustered and hurriedly yelled several times. Very soon, Charles came out of the bedroom wearing a coat. “Who are you people?” Charles stood in front of Martha and looked at the uninvited guests in the hall. He was also very worried. “I’ll call the police if you don’t leave now.” Martha yelled behind him, “Get out of my house! This is Longford Park, the territory of the Longford family. It’s illegal for you to break into a private residence like this!”

“A breach?” “At a private residence.” The senator tilted his head slightly. “You’ll have to be more specific.” The officer hesitated again. This time, the pause lingered just a fraction longer than professional courtesy required. “The Thorne estate,” he said. Something in Vauxhaul’s chest tightened. “That’s unfortunate,” he replied evenly. “But I fail to see how...” “There was an infiltration,” the officer continued. “Two assailants gained access to the property.” Vauxhaul’s pulse ticked faster, though his face remained unchanged. “Roman Thorne has formidable security. That alone is noteworthy.”

"Let's roll out the red carpet, folks—Alex's the Chesire family's pride and joy!" "Wait, he married into the family? So he's the one being kept? What's he gonna do about the mess we're in..." The villagers were all abuzz at the Chesire crossroads, even before Alexander pulled up. Then, with a flash of red, his Porsche sliced through the country quietly, easing to a stop before the curious onlookers. "Which one of you is Mister Kashton Chesire?" Alexander stepped out, all charm and smiles. "So, what's the word? No need to rush. Just lay it on me."

The agents waited until Sherlock came out of the lead vehicle before they all open their doors and exited their respective vehicles. “So many…” At first glance, Chad counted over 30 people armed with weapons and carrying strange devices populating his driveway. A part of him was nervous but he decided to act bravely so these strangers wouldn’t think of him as a pushover. Chad stuck his pitchfork into the ground and said boldly, “Hey, what’s with all these people showing up here? I didn’t know I was throwing a party and if I did, I wouldn’t invite strangers.” Sherlock heard what he said and approached him while signalling to the others to go to the barn. “You must be Chad Berkley.”

I moved the flower pot, and picked the key, but just as we were about to unlock the door, I noticed something strange, the door to the house was opened, as if they were a forceful intrusion. ‘Hold on,’ I stopped her. ‘Go and stay with my wife.’ I pointed at Eden, and the girl nodded. My eyes flickered to the front door, I could see muddy trails of shoes, each of them had a distinct print which mean there was more than one intruder. Did thieves realize that the woman wasn’t home and they came to rob instead. “Theron,” Eden called me. “What is going on?” “Just stay back, and don’t come in until I tell you to.” I kicked the front door cautiously and my eyes widened, the whole room was in shambl