Got House

My parents used the compensation money from my sister's car accident to buy a four-room house, but they only let me stay in the bathroom. My twin brothers, who were not even a year old, each had their own room. When the twins grew up, they got into a car accident. One of them needed a corneal transplant, the other needed a heart. My parents begged me to donate and save them. When I tried to escape, they betrayed me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the time just after my sister's death. I sought justice for my sister and myself, and made my parents pay for what they had done.

“You are my mate and we are meant to be together by fate which has been designed by Moon Goddess.” Lisa Conway, 18 years old innocent and pure human girl, blessed by The Moon Goddess with a special gift. She can mate to any Alphas. But, at that time she hasn’t realized that special gift until she met a handsome and strongest Alpha King named Scott Hanson from The Blood Moon Pack when she and her brother had a vacation to their grandmother’s house in Stowe. But everything wasn’t that simple. She got involved in several incidents that almost took her life. What exactly happened to Lisa? Will she be able to overcome all the pain caused by incidents? How does it feel to fell in love with an Alpha King?

Valerie Watson was forced to carry the child of a stranger for a hundred million dollars by her stepmother. Valerie was not only robbed of her innocence, her boyfriend also abandoned her. After the birth of her child, the child was taken away from her. She was kicked out of the house she called home. Her conniving step-sister even took away her boyfriend. Devastated and heartbroken, Valerie fled to Northridge to start her life. Six years later, she got a job at the billionaire Davison's residence as a nanny. She was going to babysit the billionaire's saucy little daughter. But why does she feel so attached to her? Will she make the little girl love her, and will the father… the CEO also fell for her charm?

Well, who said a Nerd couldn't be a fierce, stubborn, cold-hearted, arrogant and a lover of baggy trousers and crop tops... All these attributed to Jade, a newly transferred student in Crimson Heights high school, to complete her finals. Being a Nerdy bookworm gave no one their right to tamper and dare mess with her, this got her into many fights in her previous school before she got transferred to this new school. She tried as much to be ignorant to everyone who crosses her path to avoid trouble, but that was quite difficult when she was pushed to the wall most times. Meet, Kayden, the popular cocky, arrogant billionaire son whose father owns the largest multi-billionaire corporation in Canada. He is handsome and tall, making all girls in school desire him. Guess what happens when two arrogant people collide... Chaos right? What happens when Jade decided to go for a house night party organized by her mates after being dragged in school by the crazy cheerleader, Athena, and Jade was dared to KISS Kayden? Aissh! That's when the whole trouble even started. Warning: Contains Violence, triggering emotions and Matured Scenes.

The people in Saka mountain had a unique garbage disposal— they threw trashes on a cliff! When Lindy, a ten-year-old girl fell on that cliff, she found herself in an unfamiliar house and surroundings. She's in the wild! There, she would encounter a handsome boy named Gus, beast spirits, and suspicious village elders. They will uncover the secrets of Kahuyan village, or so they thought. But before they know it, Lin's timer was up. She has to return to where she belongs. Years passed after she left the mysterious village, the fates will entangle them again. Gus and Lin will finish what they've started. And they will not stop until they find the answer this time. With untold stories only they knew, they got closer than ever. Confused with their newly found affection, they began to examine the emotions they felt. Their hearts won't beat faster when they're together. They never got jealous towards another person. If butterflies in the stomach really does exist, theirs' were still caterpillars. Aren’t those the basic feelings for romance? All they know is that they're at peace with each other's company. And they'd do anything to keep that peace for a very long time.

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

I was always flying for work, so I left the whole renovation thing to my husband, Daxton Pruitt. This time, my flight got scrapped last minute, so I swung by the house to check in. The second I stepped inside, some woman named Mona Scambley, who claimed she was the designer, chucked a stack of invoices at me. Couples' lingerie display case: $15,000. High-end waterbed: $40,000. One glance at that pile of overpriced tacky nonsense made me nauseous. My brows pulled tight. "Ms. Scambley, this is a private house, not some couples' motel. What is all this?" Her face flipped in a heartbeat. She jabbed a finger at me. "The owner gave those orders. You're just the site supervisor. Disobey me again, and I'll have Mr. Pruitt fire you!" Then she spun around and called Daxton right there. I laughed, cold and low, about to ask what kind of clown show designer he'd hired—until I heard his voice. Gentle. Doting. "This is Mona and my love nest. We'll do whatever we want. Don't like it? Get out." I smiled, snatched the list from Mona, and nodded. "Sure." One week later, that overpriced waterbed showed up—Daxton, very much not smiling.

I was on a business trip out of town when I got a text from my neighbor. [Can you and your husband keep it down? Also, one of your undies fell onto my balcony.] Shocked, I opened the photo she had sent. The underwear wasn't even my style, but it matched the one I'd seen in my husband's online shopping cart. He'd told me it was a gift for me, but I remember noticing the size—it was one size larger than mine. When confronted with the neighbor's message, my husband swore that the house must've been broken into and claimed the intruder left the item behind. But something about his story didn't sit right, so I decided to dig further. That was when I stumbled upon his social media. His latest post was just three words. [I bought this.] It was paired with a photo of a lingerie gift set. Beneath it, there was a comment. [I'm wearing it.] Attached was a picture of a woman's legs—and the unmistakable background of my living room. The evidence was undeniable. I packed up the underwear and brought it straight to the police. "My husband says our house was broken into. This was left behind by the intruder, and it might have DNA on it."

For ages, the harmless, resting form and grave of five sisters—a beautiful, tidy house has stayed silent, and undisturbed. Suddenly, this house is broken into by outlaws. There are set out conditions for humans to reside within this house, but unaware of the consequences if the rules are broken, and the powers that reside within the house, these outlaws cause further damage, thereby awakening the sleeping powers within the house. These powers, hungry, itchy, and thirsty, feast on these men and regain their strength. As they release themselves, and find their way out into the world, their new assignment becomes finding, stalking, and hunting those who buried them in here, locked them inside the house, and eventually turned them into the house, and their tone to man is one man deems unfair.

On the day Clara forced me to sign the divorce papers, I got bound to a self-sabotaging system. The system commanded me to slap her hard and tell her to get lost. I trembled in fear because Clara was a ruthless person. If I dared to stop her from getting back together with the love of her life, she would utterly destroy me. But the system threatened me: "If you don't self-sabotage, you will die soon." Left with no choice, I slapped her. As soon as I hit her, I ran out of the house, terrified. The system then told me to smash a police car on the side of the road. I suspected the system wanted me dead. However, after I smashed the police car's side view mirror, I realized that the system was trying to sabotage someone else's life instead.