Novel & Cerita Man Of The House

"Don't come tomorrow. If you do, you won't get paid." As soon as Paul heard that, he threw the apron onto the floor and spat in my direction from across the room. "Fine! I won't come! You think I care?" he yelled. "Just look at how stingy you are! You won't give me the house, and you refuse to leave me a dime for retirement! "What woman would ever want to be with you? And who knows what shady business you're involved in to make all this money?" Having said his piece, he turned and jogged out.

I walked into the house and the first thing I could notice was that it was completely empty. The house was massive, the emptiness was really obvious. “Where is everybody?." I dared to ask. He turned to me with a raised brow. “Everybody?." “Yes... You don't have family? Staffs?." “Some staffs come, they go when they're done with their jobs." “Oh." Was all I could manage The house was very masculine and majestic. Like the man.

“Before I say another word about it, I want you to know I’m not mad at you for not checking it out. A shit show was happening, and you had too many other things happening at once. Jax or I should have checked it out first.” “Ok. I appreciate the clarification, but what is going on?” “That place is absolutely disgusting! If that man was a farmer, he isn’t any more. It doesn’t look like he has worked on the farm in years. The house is falling down around him, and the man is a fucking hoarder. It’s disgusting. On top of that the man is a drunk beyond compare. There were bottles EVERYWHERE. It was insane. They were on the tables, chairs, counters, even the floor. Braxton is sleeping on a broken

Only his father knew that he was here. The old man inside the house was cooking in the kitchen. He was stirring the ladle in a small pot filled with stew. The man was bald on top of his head and had really short hair on the sides as if he was completely bald. His hair was grey in colour. His face was wrinkled and loose. However, his body was still fit aside from his slightly bloated stomach. His name was Mat Irons. Mat noticed another man with a large frame heading toward his house. Mat left the kitchen through the backdoor and waited for the other man to arrive.

A man yelled . " Coming" James said as he left the room as mom sighed in relief. Who are these men? Who's James? "Li..listen to me carefully, some men broke into the house they have guns and they are dangerous,you have to hide with your sister in your closet there's a secret door there they won't get to you as long as you stay there...I want to go see if I can see your dad or call for help,there's no signal in the rooms except for the living room…" Mum's voice trembled as she paused.

Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

He was holding Jacob in his arms. Behind Harold, Susan smiled at me. "Sorry to bother you." I froze in place. The cold night breeze swept through the living room, chilling me to the bone. "Why are you bringing them back here?" The words came out through gritted teeth. They pushed us out everywhere else, and now they wanted to invade the only space Yvette and I had left? At first, Harold avoided my gaze, but after hearing my question, he frowned and suddenly acted self-righteously. "Jacob's condition is unstable, so he needs me around.

At first glance, the house seemed vacant, no personal items or any resemblance of a home, but as I neared the living room, the glow of an old TV shadowed against the hallway. A man sat with his back to me, legs kicked up onto a wooden table, a beer bottle in one hand and his balding head visible from the lighting of the TV. What am I doing? I grabbed a skillet from the kitchen and walked behind the man. A basement door stood to the right with a deadbolt locking it tight. “Where are they?” I asked. The man jumped up from his chair, reaching for a shotgun perched against the TV set, but I knocked his hand down with the skillet making him hiss. “Where are they?” I asked.

Darien leading the way, he went to knock but as soon as his hand came in contact with the door it swung open several inches. “Hello.” Darien’s voice echoed through the house. “Well Hello.” A man appeared from one of the rooms to the left. Stirring something in a coffee cup, seemingly unbothered by the lack of lighting and noticeably over turned furniture. He looked like a ghost in a movie floating through the filthy, destroyed house. His white button up shirt and black slacks perfectly pressed.

Why the heck is this mansion even located in the middle of the woods? What kind of person did I just hooked up with? A wanted person? A killer? A psychopath? Or some strange vampire or werewolf? I was getting impatient when suddenly, a man in uniform emerged from the house. “Excuse me, miss.” He called for me, and I paused. “Yes?” “I am this house’s caretaker and butler who manage all the affairs of this house. My master ordered me last night to take you home safely.” I blinked, master? By the way, this man sounded so polite and formal, I wonder what kind of trouble I just entered?