I'm Gonna Make This Place Your Home นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said, enunciating each word, "because you mistake trash for treasure." Wendy's face froze. I continued, "Wendy, you've always wondered how a 'poor researcher' like me could afford a standalone villa in Starlit Bay for our wedding home, haven't you?" I turned my head toward the now-pale, trembling Shawn. "Go." My voice wasn't loud, but carried an unmistakable command. "Turn on the largest LED display in your showroom. Connect it to my phone." Overwhelmed by my aura, he obeyed almost instinctively despite his confusion.

I put him on speaker as I walk to my vanity and start doing some makeup. “Gabe purchased the halfway house. That’s why it’s important to have proactive men I didn’t even have to remind him,” he carries on,. “So we’ll furnish it ourselves and try to move Miller within the next couple of days.” “Okay, that’s excellent. When will you be home?” I ask. “In the evening. Are you missing me Princess? “ he teases his voice so deep and sexy that all I want to do is purr . I sigh “ Always.” I whisper softly

Griffin whispered in my ear as he brushed against my back and I shivered. I smiled as he lightly kissed my neck a few times and pouted when he pulled away. "But no pressure. If you don't like it, we don't have to use it. We can stay in the house we're building for your family or the pack house or fuck, even in a tent in the woods. I don't give a shit where we live as long as you're with me. You are my home. I'll be happy wherever we are." he rushed to explain.

I whіѕреrеd. “I dоn’t want you tо go еіthеr, but уоu need this. Once you’re thеrе, ѕurrоundеd bу аll thе оthеr actors, уоu’ll fееl аt home. Thеу’ll wеlсоmе уоu іntо thе group аnd bесоmе уоur family.” “But уоu’rе my family.” I роutеd.

“Then act like it — you’ll be moving into my house tomorrow.” The system blinked red in front of me. > [Mission Accepted.] [Welcome to Level Two: Domestic Disaster Mode.]

“But I already have everything, Mr- I mean… Grandpa. His smile was wrinkled but soft, matching the gleam in his eyes, "That's for the life you lived before us. But these..." He took a sharp breath, "These are for the home you’re making now. A house only breathes when it holds the things you love, and I want every corner of that room to whisper your name so you never feel like a guest here again." "This is your home, not Rowland Mansion or Diego's place." I... I didn't know what to say.

"This place is yours. It's our home, a place where we can start over." She nodded and then in a low murmur, words left her lips. "Home isn't a place where you're ruined." Her words struck him like a physical blow, leaving him speechless. It was the same place where her destruction began but he was determined to transform it into a home for her. "One day, I am going to make this place a home for you. A place where you won't be haunted by the nightmares of the past, but where you can heal and find solace."

Comment down below. Don't bother about the sickness, it just popped in my brain, it's not real. See you next time!!! Much ❤❤❤and

I groaned and stomped my foot. I went directly to Mr. Agosti's office and took leave, saying that I'd complete my work at home. He agreed as it's just 3hrs and tomorrow is Saturday. I packed all my stuff and kept it in the corner of my desk. Well, if I'm going to get fired, at least I should be prepared. Right? I took my phone and messaged Lia. Me : I'm going home. I'll explain everything later. Do you remember the school timing? Pick up Vicky and Jay on your way home. Tomorrow I'll tell Gemma to prepare your favorite Chicken Casserole.😁

The sun was blinding, reflecting off the white concrete of the private airfield. I descended the stairs, the wind whipping my long blonde hair across my face. I squinted against the glare, spotting the black SUVs waiting at the edge of the tarmac. The beach house was a forty-minute drive away—a fortress of glass and volcanic rock perched over the Pacific. My mother’s kingdom. I reached the bottom step and paused, the heat radiating off the ground through my thin soles. Behind me, I heard the heavy tread of Eddie’s boots and the frantic, light patter of Bella’s sandals.