House With Good Bones Novels & Stories

"We've been married for three years, and you still don't know I don't like chicken soup or shrimp. I prefer fish soup and lean meat. "Lily, we're just not right for each other." I spilled everything in one breath, and Lily seemed to sense I had decided. She clasped my hand, her eyes full of desperation. "Are you still mad? Mad that I bought John a house? I can buy you a better house, okay? Whatever you want, as long as you don't divorce me." I shook her hand off with disdain. "Didn't you say you married me because I was like a lapdog who listened to you, that you were always prepared for a divorce? Those weren't your words?"

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

No birds, no wind, just the faint hum of my engine cooling down and the crunch of my boots on dead leaves. And then I saw it. The cabin. If you could even call it that. It leaned to one side, the roof sagging, smoke curling lazily from a crooked chimney. Animal bones hung from the porch like decorations — deer skulls, feathers, glass jars filled with things I didn’t want to identify. I wrinkled my nose. “God, this place stinks.” “You’d stink too,” a voice rasped from the shadows, “if you’d lived as long as I have.”

The sound of compliments filled the air. "Ms. Bowen, you're so beautiful! No wonder you're the apple of your parents' eye!" "Of course, the richest man only has one precious daughter. They spoil her, hand and foot. I heard they even bought a small asteroid and named it after Ms. Bowen!" The only daughter. I lowered my gaze, unable to hold back a bitter laugh. This place was never meant for me. What was I even hoping for? I turned to leave, but a group of rich young women blocked my path.

Lucien watched her carefully now. “The Vale family guarded the Bone Crown long before House Draeven took the throne,” he said quietly. Lyra’s pulse stumbled. “What?” “The crown isn’t a weapon,” Lucien continued. “It’s a prison.” The room seemed to tilt slightly. Cassian cursed under his breath. “You weren’t supposed to tell her that yet.” “She’s not stupid,” Lucien snapped back. “And we are running out of time.” Lyra stepped forward. “Tell me what the Bone Crown actually is.”

"As it fades, I see the truth - in plain sight, yet hidden all along. We are children of blood and bone. All instruments of vengeance and virtue." - Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Blood and Bone * * * * Yuri frowned as she stared at the dark building in front of her which looked like the sort of building used as a prison. The paint was slowly peeling off the walls of the building, and it looked to be right out of some ghost movie.

He thought the bones looked pretty good. “You have such bad tastes to take a fancy to these bones. Just get rid of them quickly. I’ll remind you if we come across any good things later. “If you want a puppet, you should look for things such as dragon bones. The evil energy on these bones is too strong. I’m afraid you can't take it.” Verge Tower’s quick response did not satisfy Philip. Verge Tower actually thought he could not handle this evil energy! However, Philip chose to listen to Verge Tower and destroy the bones.

it was quite amusing seeing a muscular 2 meter tall, with a full braided beard green orc wearing a neat clothing with apron and fanny pack. “then..by selling the house, you could get back 900 credits cash…but the Housing Department will need to perform an inspections on your house first…it’s a standard procedure..to make sure the house were still intact..hahaha, but hey..900 credits cash…that’s a large enough fund to start a new life right?…and if you wanted to settle down on the Shark Region where the place were still developing…surely the cost of living there will be cheaper…”. “Hohohoho…thank you, Mr.President…not only you doesn’t get angry..but even pointed me to a right directions….sure

"Your bones are where they belong. Now stop thrashing like hooked fish." Zeyric slumped forward, resting his forehead against the cool wooden table as cold sweat dripped from his chin. "You said the bond is permanent. There has to be a way to dampen the trauma, or we won't last forty-eight hours against Malakor's enforcers."

Vines as thick as human thighs coiled around the wooden pillars of the wraparound porch, and the roof had partially collapsed, revealing a skeletal framework of teak and mahogany. It looked like a carcass picked clean by time. "That's it?" Rangga asked, his voice sounding thin in the immense silence of the valley. "That's the great fortress of the Buntu?" "It’s a house, Rangga. The power isn't in the wood or the glass. It’s in the foundation," Arung replied, checking the chamber of his sidearm. He turned to look at Made, who was trembling violently. "Stay on the porch. If you enter the house, I promise you won’t leave it in one piece."