House With Good Bones Novels & Stories

“You’re humans. We’re werewolves. There’s a significant strength difference.” “I wouldn’t underestimate the House of Men if I were you,” Marquis Johanssen interjects. “They have an abundant supply of wolfsbane. Even I don’t know where they’re getting it. And it’s not only wolfsbane. They have repellants, the weaknesses of every creature, they have in their arsenal.”

Then, composure snapped back into place. She looped her arm through my brother's, her voice a soothing syrup. "Don't be upset. This was the epicenter. It's not surprising they'd find… leftovers." She glanced at my bones with fabricated pity. "Probably some staff member, like Sylvia, who tried to desert when things got hard and didn't make it. Total coward move… what a shame." She made a swift, hollow sign of the cross over her chest. "But the dead deserve dignity. We should cremate it quickly. We can't let some unclaimed body delay your generous gift to me. I'd feel terrible."

« I know that’s selfish of me but thank you. Follow me. I’ll show you something incredible. » In a dense and inclement mist, we paused and looked up at a house. It had small rusty fence surroundings a large set of bones covering the entire surface outside it. The house is coloured with a white, that is peeled, that shows signs of holes all over the walls. Many windows are sealed with a wooden plank to avoid any escape from the thing that is sealed here. « What is this place? » I asked, my eyes darting from the strange place and the young maiden.

Mine was packed away in the locker I paid for with my membership. As I stepped into the brightly lit room, I blinked against the glare. Automatically checking the far spots for other people or dangers, I made my way across the utilitarian space and stopped in front of my locker. The little string that sat snug and whole over the opening confirmed that no one had been in my stuff since the last time I was in here. Smoke & Bone was owned outright by a very hermetic man who had a voyeur fetish. He locked himself away in a very Sleeping Beauty style in the top two floors of the massive reclaimed country home.

I was in a state of dumbfounded silence, as if someone had hit the mute button on my life. The irony of being rendered speechless at a time when I needed words the most! Before I could even begin to describe my shock with words. Winston clarified, "It will be a Contract marriage, and you will be paid generously at the end of each week. When the term expires in eight weeks, you will also be gifted with a luxurious apartment in the center of the Dorian coast."

Trust me, it's hard living double lives. This is the part where Bones fucked up. A year ago, I employed Bones to take over one of my trap houses and run it for me. He's worked with me for years and he seemed trust worthy. That was why I placed him in charge of the trap house in London. Instead of sticking to just our deal, he turned part of it to a secret brothel with underaged boys working for him. My spies told me about this and we were able to contain the situation. If we hadn't and word got out about it, my family could be ruined.

Ever since I was young, I knew that my parents' work was unique. My father was a detective who had solved many major cases, while my mother was a forensic artist who was capable of finding clues from the victim's bones. Together, they solved numerous cases. Their most famous one was the White Bone Case five years ago. It was a case about a criminal gang who abducted and killed homeless people before using their bones to smuggle drugs. Since these were real human bones, they could easily avoid being caught by claiming these bones as medical materials.

She greeted showing us to the seats. "Thank you Ms. Maggot." Responded I as I kept my eyes looking around in amusement. The place wore a rare design of animal bones and skeletons that if they were found in anyone's house at that time, they would execute them for practicing sorcery. The sounds that led out of her house rang like metallic bells that for sure came from the hanging bones upon the ceiling. "Please have a seat." Simmons led down first as I still stood astonished with the looks and beauty.

“Ass up, face down?” “God, yes.” Henry clears his throat. “Uh, appliances would need updating. But the bones are solid.” Sloane stage-whispers, “So’s your biceps.” He laughs now, shaking his head. “You two haven’t changed.” I grin. “You have. Look at you. All confident and Realtor Ken.” “More like Craigslist Ken,” he mutters, but there’s a blush high on his cheeks now. “Want to see upstairs?” We follow, climbing the narrow staircase with Sloane muttering, “If he turns around and his ass is as nice as his arms, I’m proposing.”

She hugged me, gently patting my shoulder. "Come on, let's go to the basement," Zane said politely to my friends as he led us downstairs. He walked so quickly that by the time we reached the basement, he had already unlocked the door and switched on the lights. The basement had four rooms—a store room, a gym, and two lounge areas for guests. I took them inside to get a better look. It was clean and tidy like before. Every room looked untouched; not only had nothing been added, but nothing had been taken either.