Family Upstairs Novels & Stories

Just behind the living room, there was a center staircase that split to both sides, making way to the upper floor. The ground floor was only a living area and there was a French window which gave a view to the garden area giving a natural touch to the space. Every wall in the house was adorned with beautiful paintings, and the house represented the taste of elegance. “Your room is on the second floor. Just beside the room of Mr. Wilson. I have arranged everything for you there. The maid would come every afternoon and you don’t need to do any household work. Just don’t mess up.” Ben advised, and Janet nodded.

I'm wondering who might be the musically inclined in this family. Moving forward, the second floor consists of their indoor basketball court, movie room which the size is half a real theatre, and on the other side of this floor is where the rooms for maids, caretakers, and bodyguards were located. There are 30 of us total so it is quite a large number of rooms since there are just three occupants in every room. Fate really loves to play around with me since the roommate that I happen to have is Miss Portia and the family cook, Emily, who is in her late 50s.

"The men in the truck started unloading my stuff and put them inside the house. The maids helped the men and brought my things on the next floor. The house is so spacious with a very high ceiling. A chandelier was hanging and every decor inside has a touch of modern style. As you enter the house, you can see the wide staircase leading upstairs. I was stunned with how huge the place is and how elegant it looks like. I am not sure whether I would feel comfortable in such a place. Regina Park, Geoff's stepmom stepped out from somewhere a little later. She doesn't look pleased to see me. To my surprise, she came to me and hugged me.

I ruffled my wet hair before walking out of the room. It's a luxurious duplex penthouse with modern black and white decoration, two bedrooms upstairs and one downstairs with a beautiful kitchen, a dreamy living room, and a dining space.... Overall, quite spacious and for a family. I pursed my lips at the thought of the 'family'... Something I don't have even though I have relatives, it's worse than those whose family has died. It makes one feel worthless. I inhaled a deep breath before going downstairs, a servant was working in the kitchen as I approached her slowly, "umm, Is he home yet?" I asked, a little hesitant.

That’s good… or not. We step inside. “It’s almost three,” I say. “Groceries should be here soon.” “You got groceries too?” Diana asks. “Yeah. So we can cook in the morning. We ran low.” She nods approvingly. “Mmm. Groceries, cooking, lawyer… okay, girl. You got you a good one.” I shake my head. “Let me show y’all your rooms.” I lead them through the house. “Master’s upstairs. Two more bedrooms up there. Then three down here, two on this floor, one in the basement. So it's your choice what is more convenient for you.”

I don't think she would be here if she wasn't like that. “I am sure we could arrange to go to find some cotton candy if that is what you would like.” I nudged her playfully with my elbow. “But first, I guess we should decide what you want to do with the place. And, we need to look upstairs yet." I motioned to the wide, open-riser staircase that swept upward from the corner of the large, open-planned room. There was an open space behind and beneath the stairs, all very well-designed to use the space effectively. Another large window overlooking the forest below sat in the corner, and a dining table was sitting in front of it. My parents had clearly thought of everything, or whoever they had h

So, whenever he touched me, he made sure to be very gentle. So far, the only marks he'd left on me were a few fingerprints on my hips. They were from that first night when he "vented", gripping my waist to stop me from sitting down. I handed him a fresh fork. "Here, use this." Dad glanced at me and said, "Perhaps Clayton should stay on the top floor." Our family lived in a three-storey villa. Dad was referring to the few spaces on the top floor, where there were a few small dark rooms. Inside them were only simple wooden plank beds. Most importantly, the doors were made of metal and could be locked from the outside.

Ciara's POV “Axil, did you figure out how to get into the main house?” the scratchy voice guy asks. A throaty laugh reaches my ears from another voice. “Piece of cake. Fuckers didn’t even realize I entered the building. The house has three stories, all the family lives on the third floor. The kid’s room is the third window from the right. The one with the smaller balcony. Best part. No security alarm on the balcony doors. We can easily enter and exit through there.”

No matter what, she would rather Hazel stay single forever than fall for a scumbag like Damon again. In fact, being a workaholic, just like her, wasn’t such a bad thing for Hazel. At least she could control her own emotions. Whenever Sully thought about people in relationships, whose emotions were at the mercy of someone else, she felt a pang of unease. After following Bailey upstairs, it was obvious that the second floor wasn’t as spacious as the first, but it wasn’t small either. The second floor alone could accommodate a large three-bedroom apartment. The three bedrooms upstairs were for Bailey and Jonah, with the remaining one as a guest room.

Joe asked Lisa. “According to the kids, all the rooms are ready. I’m going to cook instant noodles. Do you want some?” she asked Joe. “I want two instant noodles,” he replied. “Go up to the second floor, ma’am. Your room and your children’s room are upstairs where the window leads to here. Hurry,” Joe said. After passing through the door, I found the inside of the house exquisite and fragrant. Then I walked up the stairs to my room. At least there was a place to rest for the kids.