House Mormont Novels & Stories

He also appreciated Anthony’s dedication on teaching the kids. Finally, after twenty minutes of waiting, the transport of the weapons was done and the men dispersed. Marion invited Damon inside and handed him an iced-cold beer. It was Damon’s first time seeing the Virgo’s alpha’s house. It wasn’t what he expected as well. The roundhouse was too traditional while this is a modern-type house. “Thank you, Marion.” – Damon said when he got the beer Marion whispered something to the kids and they ran towards their rooms in an instant. Too disciplined. He still doesn’t get it.

I didn't expect you to be that brave," said Albern. He kissed Harnum's head repeatedly. Harnum just nodded, it felt like he no longer had the energy to speak. *** Without realizing it, they had arrived at an old house located in the forest. There you can see a single house, with no other houses. Monica noticed the condition of the house, which looked very uninhabitable. Monica looked at Rully. “Mr Rully, where is this? And, whose house is that?” Monica asked. “This is a house belonging to an acquaintance of mine. "But, this house hasn't been lived in for a very long time, so it's like this," answered Rully.

“Cook something proper and nutritious, then bring it to the members training outside. And make sure you don’t let any strange drinks or ridiculous gossip slip through again.” “Yes, Luna. Right away.” After that, Malcolm and I headed to Riverwood Lane. There were several old packhouses there, barely fit to live in cracked walls, crumbling foundations. But among them stood one shack that was even more decrepit than the rest. “That's Margaret's grandmother's house,” Malcolm said, pointing it out. “Well, let's get over there.” I pulled out my phone and sent a quick message to Theo, asking him to send me a picture of the tea Jennifer had been drinking.

Joe nodded. Morgan skilfully jumped over the high fence and climbed the high wall of this luxurious house. He had learnt the floor plan of this house through the fly CCTV that they bought from overseas to facilitate things like this. Morgan recalled the room where Evan had been kept, but he realised that he would be trapped there. "Tell me where the demon bastard's room is!" Morgan said into his earpiece to Jonathan. Jonathan, who was in the tree, immediately checked his laptop and found the spot where the demonic bastard Morgan had mentioned was.

The packhouse loomed ahead of her like a hungry animal. It wasn’t beautiful. Some packs lived in sprawling glass mansions with modern lines and open windows and soft lights. MoonRiver had… MoonRiver. The main house was three stories of dark wood and old stone, built into the side of the hill like it had grown up from the bones of the forest. Torches burned along the outer walkways instead of the clean, golden sconces other packs boasted about. Antlers and skulls were mounted over the front doors. The MoonRiver crest—a jagged crescent over black water—was carved deep into the heavy beams.

A fucking monument to paternal devotion. "The weather's supposed to get worse tonight," Mark said, interrupting my thoughts as he turned up the defroster. Ice was already beginning to spider across the windshield. My stomach tightened. Snowed in. With David. The farmhouse appeared through the swirling flakes twenty minutes later. Two stories of white clapboard with a wraparound porch and smoke curling from the chimney. Picture-perfect Americana. A Norman Rockwell painting where the patriarch wanted to fuck his son's wife. Mark pulled into the gravel drive and killed the engine. The sudden silence was deafening.

The particular quality of light that coastal towns had in November, flat and cold and somehow exposing. The Morrison estate appeared at the end of a private lane. A traditional shingle-style house, not large by the Hamptons ‘ standards but beautiful. Well-maintained. The kind of property that had been in a family for generations. A garden to the left that still had the shapes of summer plants, bare now but clearly tended. And through the front window, lit by the warm yellow light of a kitchen lamp, a man standing at a counter. Tall, dark-haired, his back to the window. He was pouring something into a glass.

But as much as she wanted to see the place, there was still a road, and the sides were filled with pine trees, as you could clearly see the open space of the green forest. Her lips parted. She had seen the Asher’s place, and knowing that they were already rich in her eyes, the Montville’s was something else. Her eyes roamed around and she saw a property, a house that was bigger than theirs, but she was confused about why the driver hadn’t stopped yet. “Isn’t that the house?” I asked. “Oh, that’s just the guest house,” the driver said, which made her jaw drop. She cannot imagine the power Louis Montville has knowing that he is also an alpha himself and is leading a powerful pack which is how

She is looking up at the house in awe and then looks back over to me with a look of anxiety. "Ready love bug?" She nods her head and holds her little Princess Elsa doll a little tighter as I get out of the car and open her door. After getting Adrianna out of the car, we head to the front door hand in hand. Rory's house is a large mansion type. It has about fifteen different windows all facing the front. I can see clear inside and notice a colossal black piano under a dim light on top of a large circular marble piece. It's a two story with a brick exterior and massive bright green front yard. I can see two black BMW's in the curved driveway and a large fountain centering the yard. As we make

“ I know you will be impressed, “ said Mr Vince . And damn it he is right . The dude is very rich but I didn't know he was this rich . “ That’s why he is called De Crabilo, '' my mother whispered to me . We made our way into the main building and boy I was so mesmerized by the beauty of this place . Water fountains, beautiful flowers and portraits. Various art displays. The theme of the house is white and gold . Looks like step daddy will come in handy . “ Madam Montana take Veronica to get room, “ said an impatient Mr Venice. I wonder why he is in such a hurry . I bet he wants to fuck her . I cringed from the thoughts. “ Right this way mam” said madam Montana. She is a petite middle aged wo