House Mormont Novels & Stories

Lucas went to Domus Malum and searched for his clients’ application. He knew his Father will come at the weak ones, just like what he did to Mrs. Hathaway, but he was also torn thinking that his Father might come at those evil-spirited and use them against him or to other people.

Pouring myself orange juice I left the kitchen to pass time,and it wasn't long I was all dressed up in a black dressed pants and white fitting shirt waiting for Remmy to get here. Taking out a cigar and lighting up is all I could do to pass time. "Finally!I thought you won't be back,lets go,"I said to Remmy. We just listened to music until we were infront of a huge house,a mansion to be exact.The outside was very classy with lavender flowers and good exterior decor.It was quite bigger thn my pent house.Several cars were there indicating that few of the Morrone's family had already got there. If you thought the exterior was nice,the interior blew my mind off.

James had never been inside Romero’s home before. There had never been a reason to because over the summer their base of operations had always been Washington Manor—the Director’s residence. Under normal circumstances, he would have found the house to be warm and comfortable. It was built in a classic American style from a bygone era: wood floors, wood paneling intricate crown molding and lots of fireplaces. He couldn’t help but think it a miniature version of the Director’s place. It was for that reason alone that in lieu of any comfort, he felt stifled and suffocated. Ignoring all else, he made his way through the house and onto the screened back porch.

The father said while glancing at his daughter who is sitting at the back beside me and keeping his eye on the road again. “We can go back there some other time” The father said hoping for his daughter to smile again but she didn’t. After an hour of driving we reached home. They got out of the car and I followed them. I was surprised to see the two story house with a big garage and pool in the backyard. I stare at the house for a moment because it looks familiar to me because it looks like the house in one of the stories I’ve read. The description of the house and the structure of it, it looks old , which makes it look antique, big, with big windows too big enough to enter the sunlight and

Montana I got home home feeling do down, I understand that Dominic’s mum made a mistake but I think she had already paid enough for her mistake by staying single all her life and suffering with nothing but I can't just conceal the fact that she's going to die soon without getting to talk to his child or asked for forgiveness from her ex-husband and that's why I already messaged Dominic and his father and told them to come home as soon as possible that I have something important to say to them.

The house was located in the forest, away from the village. The house was fairly humble. Its age was visible in the moss that grew between the cobblestones and the bricked roof was simple, yet it was obvious the one who lived here was not a humble lumberjack or herbalist. Perhaps the biggest flaw I could find in the exterior was its doors, which weren’t in the best condition. It looked like it had been broken down and haphazardly fixed. Does a werewolf live here? Perhaps. Maybe I can ask for help on how to get out of this forest since the howling has stopped and I have no more means to locate the village. I carefully came up to the door and knocked.

Most of those houses were ornate, old-school architecture that brought to mind plantation homes with their stately columns and manicured grounds. This place was jarring by comparison. The house looked like fifty mismatched homes had been fused together into one sprawling, chaotic complex. Dirt roads stretched out like veins, leading to clusters of tiny houses scattered haphazardly as far as I could see. It was functional, not ornate, and the simplicity caught me off guard. Considering we had been told this was where the moon goddess chose to live and felt most at home, it made the sight all the more bewildering. The truck came to a stop, and we stepped out into the humid bayou air. Before I

Mister Jackson's house is basically a palace of gold, surrounded by nothing but the vast greenness of nature. The house is situated in a quiet place and the next house is miles away. Dimore gets to the gigantic gates and like every time that she has come here, she is mesmerized by the place. It takes another five minutes to drive to the main house and it is sparkling with so many lights in the darkness of the night. Dimore brings the car to a halt and kills the engine. " Ten o'clock?" Dimore adjusts the mirror as he takes a glance at her through it.

I kept quiet and sank into the silence of the ride. The cliif side mansion was a daring architecture. It was a house built directly on the edge of a very high and mountainous cliff with its foundations built into the mountains. The mansion was splayed all over the edge of the cliff like it wanted to tip over it but instead, it stood firm and strong. Dominic slowed the car to a stop and got out. I followed him and into the house and saw how ultra modern it was. The window gave a breathtaking view of the raging waves of the sea that spread out towards the horizon.

With his help, we are able to finish all our chores and close the kitchen some minutes before nine. It's my first time going out of the pack and I'm excited to see what the outside world looks like. Martha drives and we arrive at her house twenty minutes later. She lives outside the pack land in a human town. Her house is a breathtaking, single-story, three-bedroom cottage that looked like it was cut out of a storybook. The building itself seems as if it was built in the center of a flower and vegetable garden that is surrounded by a white picket fence.