Family Upstairs Novels & Stories

I won't be able to live with myself if I do. After washing my mouth, I step out. The house is not as big as Darian's mansion, but it's a fine house. It has three rooms upstairs and one room downstairs. It's a perfect family home for those who can afford it. And it looks strong and well-secured. I think it was built for security purposes. Maybe to hide someone or something. I don't know. Just like Mr. Darian is hiding me here. I walk downstairs and survey my surroundings. Everything is the same. Nothing has changed.

I comment as we continue our ascent. Noah chuckles briefly in response. "You'll grow accustomed to it," he reassures me. Though uncertain of his meaning, I deem it inappropriate to ask trivial questions at this moment. My sole desire is to witness if the upstairs area possesses the same breathtaking beauty as the ground floor. Upon reaching the top, an astonishing sight unfolds before my eyes—an exquisitely adorned living room, the epitome of opulence. It surpasses its downstairs counterpart in size, resembling a vast stadium in its grandeur.

I am going upstairs to freshen up in my room. Christine's Home was two story apartment with 3 rooms including Guest room.Christine's room was at first floor. She had room walls painted in pink Colour.She had Study table right next to her Bed that was looking clean and neat. Her mom must be tidying her room every day.

I asked, folding my arms across my chest in askance. Karyna blushed and averted her gaze, while Julian's smirk held an unmistakable smugness. “We got caught in traffic,” his voice carried a hint of amusement, and even the most oblivious person could piece together what had happened between them. “Mmhm,” I hummed, narrowing my eyes at them, then nodded in understanding. “There are two rooms upstairs, come on,” I muttered, moving forward to lead them up the stairs. “Damn, who knew Victor could get this bougie?” Julian exclaimed, commenting on how expensive the house was. “His wife is a really lucky woman,”

Hard to say. Though, the tampons were something else entirely. Considering no one had mentioned a girlfriend or any other woman he might have been living with, I didn’t have an explanation for those. The upstairs was pretty simple: one bathroom and two bedrooms. I peeked in the bathroom first and found it surprisingly clean. There was an air freshener that smelled like clean laundry plugged into the wall, and the counters were bare.

I immediately understood why he didn't bother exchanging pleasantries with us. Will you look at that, his son doesn't want us here too. We entered the house and I was impressed by how homely and cozy it was inside, the living room was designed with white and sky blue color, the couches were the same, well arranged, and organized. "Feel at home, let me show you your room upstairs" He offered and I followed him leaving my mom downstairs, we climbed up the stairs and entered a hallway.

Expensive, echoing space. “Living room, kitchen, bathrooms downstairs, ladies?” Rufus asked, already halfway to the supply closet. Clara gave him a thumbs-up. “Sure. We’ll handle upstairs. Try not to break anything.” Millie followed Clara up the stairs, her bucket bumping against her leg. The air shifted the second they hit the landing—cooler, heavier. Like the house was bracing for something. She peeled off into the first bedroom and froze a second before stepping inside. The place looked like a hotel ad—sunlight pouring through gauzy curtains, everything color-coordinated and aggressively tasteful. Even the bathroom gleamed like it had never seen actual use.

I just shook my head at him and smiled. Then I walked out of that room and started walking upstairs. I loved how these steps are wide. There isn't much chance of missing a step and falling. That will be a load off my mind when my belly gets huge, and I can't see my feet anymore. I got to the top of the stairs and noticed that there is a built-in baby gate, on hinges, at the top of the stairs. I giggled, "You really did think of everything." He smiled, "The nurseries aren't decorated yet." I nodded, "That's fine. I would really like to do that, anyway. How many bedrooms are there?" He explained, "We have four bedrooms upstairs and there are another four in the basement." I asked, "There is a

I pull my long back, now detangled, hair in a ponytail and head downstairs. As I head down the stairs and I turn toward the kitchen at the bottom. I love our house, it’s an old family home, so it’s a little big for 3 people, but my cousins visit often so the extra rooms are not unoccupied for long. The house is two storeys high. The top floor has 4 bedrooms, my room is upstairs, along with 3 spare bedrooms. They all have their own bathrooms, which makes it easy when the house gets full. My parents’ room is downstairs to the right side of the house, and they have their own ensuite too. My dad built my mom her own walk-in closet a few years ago, which is the definition of every girl’s dream. A

, he said. He turned to the butler who followed them in. "Have you clean the rooms?", he asked. " Yes, Young master" "Let's go", He told Mia and Chris and climbed the stairs together. Ma noticed that the house has four floors. In each floors, there is a small relaxation room that has a TV and Sofa. When they got to the forth floor, they saw a small relaxation room like all other floors " There are two rooms on this floor", he turned to Mia.