House With Good Bones Novels & Stories

My back cracks and I crack my neck, feeling my body become as loose as possible after being asleep in such a small space for so long. I turn and look at the house. It is cute, really, in comparison to Soren’s mansion back home. Instead of having multiple stories, it is just one floor but it makes up for side in its square footage, the length of the home much longer than I thought it would be. It is painted white, although some of the paint has been chipped and is beginning to peel away. “Is it safe here?” I ask, turning to look up at Soren once he takes his place at my side.

The wrought-iron gates glide open without a sound, as though they’ve been expecting us all along. My mouth hangs open the entire time as he drives in, my eyes following the meticulously landscaped gardens that lead to the house itself. It looks less like a place built for hiding and more like somewhere featured on the cover of an architectural magazine. I stare at it, speechless. “This is the safe house?” Julian doesn’t answer immediately. He kills the engine and scans the property. “It’s one of them.” Why did I have to ask? Of course, the Hawthornes wouldn’t have one safe house. They were billionaires, after all. With enough money to buy a castaway, college student like me from the crushing

she said. AN hour later, Ken pulled up the winding driveway of The House that sat atop a gentle hill and looked down at grassy, green rolling landscapes. Everything about The House screamed wealth and privilege even though membership didn’t require either. However, Damon Roche, the owner of The House, was the epitome of wealth and class. And he was extremely discerning when it came to membership in his establishment.

Declan finalizes and I glare at the brothers. "Goddess! You're such a pretty princess, even when you're mad at Cliff and Bones," Oona says. I arced a brow and looked down to her. "Who's Bones?" I ask. She points at Declan. "He's one of the strongest men in this pack. His fellow warriors call him Bones. I don't know why, but I think it may be because he's so strong. Now that you're going to be his wife. You have nothing to worry about because he's going to protect you forever." Little Oona says before dabbing her mouth with a towel.

The Architect hummed in his cell. "ACID IS EFFICIENT," the Architect said. "IT TURNS COMPLEXITY INTO SOUP. THE HOUNDS PREFER SOUP. IT IS EASIER TO SLURP." I looked at the Bone Door. I held the key the Skeleton had given me the finger-bone key. "You said you could fix the plumbing," I said.

Bronwen I sit in the back yard of our dilapidated house, staring at the chipping paint and sagging porch. The house had the bones to be beautiful, a real classic like all the other Victorian-style homes lining the streets. But what those pretty houses had that this one lacked, was someone to put in the effort to maintain its charm. All this house had was a mean drunk who would rather punch holes in the wall than reinforce the warped floorboards.

Even if I had to, I'd drag someone down with me. A rusty axe lay in the corner of the cabin, left behind after chopping firewood. Without hesitation, I grabbed it and swung at the lock. A loud clang echoed across the entire pack's territory, sending birds scattering from the rooftops. After a dozen swings, my arms burned with pain. The lock finally snapped. I shoved the door open and bolted. Under the moonlight, my skin gleamed an eerie violet. Clearly, the wolfsbane had seeped into my bones.

" Mum held her eye brows up and exclaimed. “I love this house so much and you saying it looks like a museum is a little rude." "Museums are cute, aren't they? I heard some have dinosaurs's skeletons now." ”So not funny, and the house has only twenty nine rooms in total...you will love it here, trust me." “Sure, we could open our own mini motel, though I strongly doubt anyone does the nasty in this boring town, so it would probably be bad business.” Mum, clearly tired of speaking with me, popped open her car boot and pulled all the boxes out, one at a time. She picked three and headed into the house.

The most peculiar thing was that the surface of these enormous bones was not white, but a golden glow. The giant bones piled together, forming huge mountains of bones. "Could these be the remains of the Dragonesque Elephant?" Zephyr Khan's heart skipped a beat and he secretly pondered. Many precious objects were born between these enormous bones. There were rare white jade bone marrow, rare treasures, and even some tough bones. These hard bones were not inferior to some divine and sharp weapons. When they reached the middle of the place, a strong energy fluctuation attracted attention of Zephyr Khan.