Man Of The House Novels & Stories

He prefers to do things on his own when no one is watching. I just went to the sofa next to my sister and tried to sit down while waiting for him. I was just admiring the beauty of his new house. From the chandelier in the ceiling down to the furniture. The color suits him. The theme of his house is so manly. It screams that a man is staying inside this abode and the minimalist design makes the house more pleasant looking. Matt is a hardworking man and I can attest to that. He got this way high with just himself. He is truly a standard for women.

★•★ In the darkness that lurked inside the house, there lived a man, not poor but overly wealthy; lived among humanity, but was locked away from the whole society. He's naive, lived in the world but knew absolutely nothing about it. He never had a phone or a friend and barely picked up the remote that monitored his television. He was also home-schooled, wholly enclosed from the outside in a cage that to him was the definition of happiness. But as impossible as it may sound, a man as secured as him, owned a famous company that somebody trustworthy enough supervised under his name.

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

Clapping his hands he cheers, "Let's go find Slone." Reluctantly I follow him out of the sunroom and out into the main living quarters. I hate to admit it, but the man does have a beautiful house. I can tell that he built it himself, not because it was poorly done, but because it was done with so much care. I wish half my men were as good at construction as this guy--I could use more capable hands on the crew. No, he’s not just capable, he’s skilled, an artist. But there is no damn way I'm letting this elf anywhere near my wolves.

I smiled, a slow, dangerous smile, while staring him dead in the eye. “And yet,” I said, “here I am.” His gaze sharpened slightly. “And here you are,” I added, “walking into my house… asking for permission to take it back.” That faint smile returned to his lips. “I’m not asking,” he said. And then turned slightly, addressing the room now. “Gentlemen,” he said smoothly, “you’ve all seen what he’s become. A reckless, emotional, and weak man. A man who cannot even protect and keep his home together.”

The man nodded. “Yes.” The room stayed quiet for a moment because now this was not greed, this was fear. Marcus exhaled slowly, Adrian looked at the floor and Yvonne stayed focused. Then she asked, “Where is your wife and kids now?” The man looked up quickly. “They’re home. But… they’re being watched.” Marcus frowned. “How do you know?” The man replied, “They send me pictures…” Yvonne asked, “What kind of pictures?” The man answered, “Pictures of them going out… pictures of them at home… doing normal things…”

Fucking truth of his life, he don't have family to nag him or disturb his sleep, he fucking don't have home either. "Ting tong Ting tong" before he could take the dose of cocaine he heard bell ringing, he ignored for some time but it kept ringing so realising that he don't have servants either, he walked up to main door. He do have maids but they just visit house at particular time because it's his wish, he wanted to live alone though he have two watchman nd two bodyguards but they stays outside of the house. "Off course ..... How could I sleep when u r alive on the planet to disturb me" Manik groaned when he saw his little brother standing there outside the house. But inside, he felt littl

Once upon a time, this had been his favorite place in the world. He had a beautiful, capable wife, healthy, obedient children, and a family that never worried about money. They seemed like the happiest family in Jenton. But what about now? His wife was away with another man, and the children were scattered. The family had fallen apart before the divorce papers were even signed. The house no longer felt like home. With a sigh, he walked inside. The next day, Joseph was busy at the office when Frank arrived. "Process this paperwork. I'm in a hurry." His tone was arrogant and commanding as he tossed a stack of documents onto Joseph's desk.