Jalousie Novels & Stories

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

“ Ok, I’m ready, “ I say to an empty porch. I got dressed in my usual jeans and a flannel. It was my casual and fancy wear. “ Over here, “ he calls. I walk out and look around a bit. All I see are beautiful evergreen trees and a few cherry trees, bushes, and tall green grass. We didn’t bother to cut the grass since we owned such a big plot of land. He appears beside me in my peripheral vision smoking a cigarette. I glare at him again. “ What, it’s not like I’ll die of lung cancer, “ he said pulling the cig out of his mouth. He took a big inhale of it and exhaled it out of his nostrils “There are children here. They don’t need to get a bad idea of doing that, “ Argue. “ Well, it’s not like th

I fear. "Hello? Who's in here?" Marie-Anne suddenly asks through the door. Hudson and I stare at the door and then back to each other with wide eyes. Oh no, how should we get out without a misunderstanding? ... (to be continued)

Jarren “I’m not wearing this.” I looked up from my phone to see Jillie standing in the dressing room doorway. She wore a long floor-length ivory dress. Her hands were braced on her hips, and her face housed a frown. I furrowed my eyebrows. “Who gave you this?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. You have so many people running around me that keeping track is hard.” “Go change out of that, and we’ll go somewhere else.”

The floor was covered with hardwood. On the opposite side of the wall was a large TV mounted onto the wall. French windows lead onto a spacious timber-wood-carved balcony with two standard-sized lounge chairs made up of rattan in colored cream standing at the left corner of the balcony. Another door, I guess, leading to, I guess, his closet. Overall, the room was beautiful and lavish. My eyes fell upon the clothes scattered on the floor. He must be really sick if he has his things scattered.

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" He trailed.. " Let's not talk about all that yet , we'd get to that soon ...Let's just talk about each other for now " I said as the servants took our stuffs in and left . From the transperant Glass one could see the whole of the island ...... " Can anyone see us ? I asked curiously. .. " Nope ...they can't see us from outside" he said and Removed his jacket followed by his belt as he sat on the couch opposite me . I walked towards our room and the whole place was Decorated Romantically .

"Grande Galerie! Toilettes Messieurs!" Romano wheeled to Suslowicz. "Where is Jim?" "Still in the men's room!" Suslowicz pointed to the blinking red dot on his laptop schematic. "He must have broken the window!" Suslowicz knew Jim wouldn't get far. Although Paris fire code required windows above fifteen meters in public buildings be breakable in case of fire, exiting a Louvre second-story window without the help of a hook and ladder would be suicide. Furthermore, there were no trees or grass on the western end of the Denon Wing to cushion a fall. Directly beneath the restroom, the two-lane Place du Carrousel ran within a few feet of the outer wall. "My God," Suslowicz exclaimed, eyeing the s

A colourless glass table was right in the center of the sitting room with a little, one foot golden statue at the top of it. A large picture frame was at the other end with a picture of Aubert sitting on a red arm chair, both his arms on the rest and dressed in a grey suit. He looked a lot younger with just little white strands among his black hair and stubs on his jaw. His look was more masculine with his jaw perfectly sculpted, defined and his lips in a thin line. Almost like he was an older version of Leo.

She turned to the shopkepper and said, “Do you not have trews?” The shopkepper blinked, “What?” “Trews. Daks? Leggings? Trousers? Slacks?” The shopkepper smiled, “You must not be from here?” Violet cleared her throat, “How do you know that?” “Your accent is quite.. different. No Star clan indigenes sound like you, and.. your hair colour pretty much stand out, no one here has had purple hair for decades.” Violet shrugged. Noticing Violet's disinterest in any further conversation, the shopkepper went around the shop to pick a few items and when he was done, he went back to Violet was still standing.