Fanfiction House Novels & Stories

His eyes widened as he looked around the entire household, "Hey, Frahisto! Maybe we went to the wrong house and we might end up trespassing here. Let's leave now!" "Come here." He stopped when he pulled his hand closer to his body. Then he squeezed his cheek. "You're cute." "Huh?" “I own this mansion. Since the death of my wife and son, this house looks like a white crayon. I only come home occasionally because I'm busy at work. But now... now we can paint this house with many colors again, Vida Mia." "But Frahisto is ugly, if we fill all the walls with color. That's vandalism!”

They and their children can live together peacefully. A household with five men sharing a woman. Similar to the legend of the puppet show in one of the areas in Anindira's world. Who would have thought that Anindira would enter a fantasy world? *****

Every dollar they had, including the worn-down little house they lived in, had been swallowed by that bottomless pit. That was why he'd contacted Chloe and filled her head with stories about buying a house and cutting ties with me. He'd intended to use the money from the house to pay his gambling debts. In my previous life, I hadn't known what happened after my death. Perhaps his plan had succeeded. I was considering what evidence I could use to report him when I pushed open the hospital-room door. Chloe lay on the bed with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling, or perhaps at somewhere beyond it.

You know those days when you're absolutely certain you hate someone's guts? Every little thing about them drives you crazy the way they scrunch their nose at your cooking, the critical tone when they point out dust on a shelf, the cold indifference in their eyes when they walk past you like you're invisible. That's how I feel about him. Julian Blackwood. My boss. The billionaire who treats me like I'm beneath his notice unless I'm doing something wrong. And then I found out someone wanted him dead. I should have let it happen. I should have kept my mouth shut and watched the empire crumble around the man who made my life miserable. But here's the thing about hate it's dangero

The only person who can put the brakes on my plans is Darren. We probably shouldn’t go back to his room at town hall. Too many people that could interrupt us. And as mentioned above, only Darren gets to stop my plans. Anyone else who tries to prevent me from getting laid tonight is getting sent to the hospital. Then bam, like a bolt of lightning, it hits me, and I realize how stupid I am. Of course! The sex house! Alright so that’s not the official name of it. But honestly, it’s what we use it for. Katrina, Zoe, and I all went in on having a one-bedroom house built just outside town.

“About what happens after college. After we’ve… built things and written things.” Earnest’s smile softened. He brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering on my cheek. “Tell me.” “Well,” I hesitated, gathering my thoughts. “It’s a little… far-fetched, maybe. But I’ve been daydreaming about a small house. Somewhere quiet, with a big garden. And maybe a little study for me, filled with books, and a workshop for you, where you can tinker with your inventions.” I felt a blush deepen as I continued. “And maybe, just maybe, a little dog. A scruffy terrier, or something like that.”

I nod, “pretty much. Although.. I would like a house. Somewhere to call ours that we can go back to between traveling and jobs. Somewhere that’s not the guest wing of Annie’s house.” He grins, “I thought you’d never ask. I love living with them but sometimes.. they can be..” “A bit much?” I offer with a laugh. He nods, “yeah! And we’ve been there a while. I feel bad freeloading.” “I swear I saw the ghost of her aunt last month,” I admit. “But I didn’t want to say anything!” “You’ve seen her too?” “Oh we are definitely moving,” I tell him quickly. “Someplace with no ghosts.”

"She’s the bridge. She doesn't need you to own the world. She needs you to provide a world. Even if that world is just a three-bedroom house with a leaky faucet and a lawn that needs mowing." Clara leaned in, her forehead touching Julian’s. "The Reader didn't look away because they stopped caring. They looked away so we could have a Private Life. A life where the 'Auditor' isn't a god, but just a bill collector. A life where the 'Romance' isn't a plot point, but a choice we make every morning when we wake up in a room that doesn't smell like White Jasmine." The Final Dividend: The First Night They reached the house two blocks away. It was a modest, white-sided cottage with a porch that creak

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

She brought me food yesterday when I almost fainted then she stayed over. She cleared her throat. “Let me get you straight. You're moving into a stranger's house, a man you barely know all because of money?” she asked flatly. “Yup,” I said “I can't talk you out of it can I?” she asked. “Nope. A thousand dollars weekly is a lot, plus I won’t have your landlord breathing down my neck.” I responded. “At least send me the address. And if you’re found dead in their house, I’ll hunt every one of them and kill them.”