Fanfiction House Novels & Stories

Of all the bad things that have happened, I think the worst one was coming home to find Maria at the gate holding a fùcking suitcase. It felt like a nightmare... A real-life horror movie. I told that fùcking fat bìtch to turn down Damien's offer. And she did that. Little did I know that a few weeks later she would change her mind and show up at my fùcking house. I wonder if this was her plan all along. She wanted to move in with us and live in this big beautiful house for free. In the house that I built with sweat and blood. In the house that I built for the love of my life and our horses and the big family we'll have...

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“And you wanted me to notice.” “Yes.” He hooked his fingers into her thong and dragged it down her thighs, letting it pool at her ankles. Cool air hit her soaked pussy. He groaned softly. “Look at you. Dripping down your legs already.” One thick finger traced her seam, gathering wetness, then pushed inside without warning. She moaned, pushing back. He added a second finger, pumping slow and deep, curling to hit that spot that made her knees buckle. “You’ve been fantasizing about this, haven’t you?” he said against her ear, leaning over her. “About me bending you over my desk and fucking you raw while the campus walks by outside.”

The air was thick with the scent of time and abandonment, and the dim light filtering through cracked windows cast eerie shadows on the walls. As they explored room after room, they uncovered artifacts and remnants of a forgotten past. Fragments of a life once lived began to form a story, painting a picture of love, loss, and secrets buried deep within the mansion's history. In a hidden chamber, they discovered a worn diary—the key to unlocking the mansion's enigma. With trembling hands, Emily opened the diary, its yellowed pages filled with faded ink. "It's the diary of a woman named Isabella," Emily whispered, her voice barely audible in the hushed space. "She was the mistress of this mans

I was even forced to give up the home I had lived in for ten years as compensation to her. In the end, I also met a miserable death in the street, with no one coming to my aid. When I recalled the agony and despair I felt just before dying in my previous life, my entire body still trembled, as if I had fallen into an icy abyss. Sometimes, I even wondered if she had stolen a used condom from Daniel and used it for IVF. But... that was impossible because even the doctor had said Daniel had azoospermia. The odds of success were slim even with IVF.

Chapter 1:Michael dreamed of a date with Lucy Clayton Michael's 'troubles' began when Miss Calvin moved in next door. Michael's father had died several years earlier, and Michael lived with his mother in a quiet suburban neighbourhood. The house next door had been empty for several months and it did not take too long for Michael's mother to volunteer him for the task of tidying up Miss Calvin's back yard.

He was wearing the same brooch as Augustine, and she had concluded that it was some emblem that made them stand out. She didn't have time to say a word when Mr. Fantastic was already leading her toward the house. With each step they took toward the house, Bianca seemed to open her mouth wider and wider. The building was colossal and seemed to appear out of nowhere. It was an incredible five-story house straight out of a period novel. _ Pfft, our pack house is much better than this one_, said Mr. Wolf, raising his nose in the air. * * * When they entered, they were led into a large reception room.

​Julian leaned down, his forehead pressing against mine "Then we have to start the search tomorrow no more hiding but truly livinh as he pulled me back into his arms, I closed my eyes, the ghost of my mother’s voice echoing in the back of my mind,build a life where no one is watching it said . ​I realized then that we had finally arrived at the true ending of the story the house, the cameras, the blackmail they were definitely not the end of us but they were the crucible that we had burned, we had changed, and now, we were ready to be something new,the fantasy didn't have to end it just had to evolve into reality annd for the first time, I wasn't afraid of what came next.

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She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d been to The House. The House was a place where people could indulge in any hedonistic fantasy. No judgment. No condemnation. Damon Roche, a very wealthy businessman, owned The House and he was very discerning when it came to membership. Hell, for all Karla knew their membership had expired or they’d been taken off the guest list since they hadn’t been in two years.