Family Upstairs Novels & Stories

The windows had light brown curtains for darkening the room. Judging by the number of doors, there were two rooms and a bathroom off the living room, and another room and bathroom on the kitchen side. There were both indoor and outdoor stairs leading to the upper floor, but the one in the living room seemed to be closed off. “Sweetheart, show our guest around,” Jane’s mom said as Jane came out of the kitchen to help set the table. “The whole house?” Jane asked, startled. “Even upstairs?” She was clearly flustered, which I found very charming.

“ I don’t care if you snoop, but if you come across a locked door please leave it that way. It’s my parents' offices and their bedroom. There’s a big library on the second floor. All sorts of genres. Uh, yeah make yourself at home I guess. I’m gonna go lay down now.” With that I hobbled my ass out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. At the bottom step I clung to the railing and looked up at the ridiculously huge flights of stairs. Who needed a four floor estate?! Why in the hell do you need grand staircases in a house? Why didn't mom give in when dad wanted to instal an elevator!?! I grumbled profanities under my breath as I hobbled slowly up the stairs, threatening to sell the house eve

Clearly miss Jackson had no grandkids living in this house, because no kid of today would want to watch anything on a TV that looked like that. There were magazines on the coffee table, Hunter pushed the magazines from on top of each other and saw that all three magazines had the royal family as the cover page. He heard a woman speaking upstairs, whom he assumed to be miss Jackson. He began making his way up the stairs slowly. The stairs were lined with a grey mat which made it easier for Hunter to make it up the stairs without making a sound. As he got closer, he could hear the voice clearly. It was in a room upstairs and the door was obviously left open. There was only one bedroom upstairs

Kids usually likes me but why this child looks unimpressed seeing me ? Feeling upset, I avert my gaze from her and my jaw drop as my eyes take in the sheer opulence of the living room, which is in a circular shape with white and bronze marble floor and smooth white walls. It is gorgeously furnished with white sectional sofas and marble accent pieces. On the wall opposite the couches is the biggest television I've ever seen in my life. I look up and the ceiling goes up into forever and there is a staircase to one side leading to upstairs. " So your friend will be staying here tonight ?", Mrs B asks taking her purse from the coffee table in front of the sofas. Ethan hums to her in reply whilst

It was clean and neat, but it was obviously new. There were doors upstairs, and the stairs were huge, but not as huge as their house. She guessed that there were three room upstairs and one here on the first floor, with the kitchen and the dining area and the living room where she stood. "Are we staying here?" she asked again, looking back at her Daddy who was whispering with Hop, Neil and Adon. They were the best of friends. That's what Madie thought. They were always whispering to each other, like they were sharing secrets.

When she saw me, there was a flicker of skepticism in her eyes. "Hi. I live downstairs," I answered, trying to steady my voice and even forcing a friendly neighbor's smile. "I'm really sorry to bother you. I have a cat at home, and it's very mischievous. I must've lost track of it just now." I tilted my head, as if peeking into the apartment. "It might've climbed up along the balcony railing. Do you think I could come in and take a look?" It was a clumsy excuse. Julian and I didn't even have a cat.

She walked around to Didi’s side, hooked her arm with her mother-in-law’s, and started leading her toward the front door “Don’t worry about the bags. He will bring them in” Didi let herself be guided inside. The house felt warm and welcoming. Soft light came through the large windows. Fresh flowers sat on the center table. The scent of vanilla candles lingered in the air “Your room is upstairs” Johnny said as he carried the suitcase in behind them. “I never liked staying up there, so my bedroom is downstairs. You will have the whole floor to yourself” They climbed the stairs together. Didi’s room was large and bright. White curtains blew gently in the breeze. A king-sized bed waited with fre

We get back inside and head upstairs. I still can't believe how huge the house Jeremy lives in is. It would be a big ass lie if I said I didn't know about his family and I've also seen the car Nate drives, and the way the guy dresses. But Jer doesn't care about it. And I know he doesn't, he never speaks about it, I sometimes even feel like doesn’t want any of those things. "There's a bathroom upstairs, you can use, and I'll bring you clothes to change."

she said. "You haven't seen the upstairs yet," Winnie reminded her. "This house has four bedrooms and four and a half baths. The master suite takes up the entire second floor. Two bedrooms are on the third floor, and there's a smaller attic bedroom at the top. Oh, and the basement is finished. It's perfect for a home office or a gym." Maggie had just started up the stairs when Michael called from the window seat. "Hey, Mags? Do you have a couple of dollars?"

So...My cousin Greg moved back home with his mother after being distant from the rest of us for the past three years. Let me explain: I grew up being raised by my mother on the second floor of our three family house. My grandparents live on the first floor, while my aunt Lauren lives on the third floor. Greg is five years older than me, but we have always gotten along. He had moved out three years ago to go live with his girlfriend. During those years, he was distant from us. We were all excited when he decided to move back home.