Mr House New Vegas Novels & Stories

1The sounds of moans could be heard coming from it. He quickly adjusted the volume and continued watching. The man's eyes were fixated on the screen, and he watched the scene unfold with interest. The woman on the screen was moaning loudly, and the man was grunting. The sounds of their pleasure filled the room, making the atmosphere even more intense. As the scene continued, the man's breathing became heavy, and he shifted in his seat, clearly affected by what he was watching. His eyes were still glued to the screen, and he seemed to be completely lost in the moment.

She looked at me like she already knew who I was. “Mr. Montenegro,” she said. Her voice was flat. “Mrs. Montenegro said you would come.” I felt my chest get tight. “She knew I was coming?” “Yes sir. She’s in the garden. Follow me.” The woman led me through the house. The floors were marble and the walls were white. There were no pictures on the walls and no rugs on the floors. Everything looked clean but not lived in. We went out a side door into the garden.

he replies and I feel a bit saddened. "Ahhh. My baby girl's up." I hear and Desmond and I both turn to find Madre standing in the door way. What now!?

Stephen Alejandro. *** At Mr. Stephen's Mansion. The study room was built with fine, expensive wood and glass. There were purple flowers buried in white, ceramic vases standing at the four corners of the room. Mr Stephen adjusted his reading classes as he studied the file in his hands. It was about, the BB Mall prices and new changes that had taken place in couple of months. “If this had also caught Jade's attention, there's definitely something going on.” the chairman started. “Yes. He's been really cautious.” Mr. Tim whispered in all seriousness.

He was still very much hungover and could hardly walk straight. He climbed into the car, flipping out his phone. Missed calls… a lot from Elodie and there was one where they had spoken. What had he said? He wondered. He shook his head and then turned on the ignition of his car, backing away from the bar and straight home where he let himself in. Everywhere was quiet which indicated that no one was awake yet. It was better because he wasn’t about to explain his whereabouts to his mother or wife. He was just about to cross the threshold of the living room before he saw her, Elodie. She was laying on the sofa with her arms crossed against her chest and her mouth slightly agape.

I said as I hit the ball and it went straight into the hole, the instructor clapped once more. “The… Rodrigo, the-“ “Are you about to tell me of our rival? What happened to the rules I ordered? Never speak of the rival side at home unless it’s at work and it’s compulsory,” I snapped at him focusing on the ball. “This is about the new CEO! You wouldn’t believe who the new CEO is! It’s Camille! Camille Guevara!” He dropped the bombshell and immediately I halted. “Who did you just say?” I asked again making sure I was hearing him well.

I used the access card to enter the house. I was told to put those documents in Mr Brent's room but the house was so large and also it was my first time there so I didn't know which room was his. I looked around the mansion, I had never seen such a beautiful mansion before in my life. Everything in that house was so luxurious. That house had a personal movie theatre , a gym, swimming pool and many more. I called my colleague and asked him about the exact location of Mr Brent's room. He told me that Mr Brent's room was on the first floor, beside the gym.

Maxima Davenport didn’t know it yet, but she’d just become the answer to his desperate request, the perfect pretender… She was about to become his perfect fake “Mrs. Right”.

~••Ava••~ After the so-called wedding with Aleksei, my new husband, he led me out of the penthouse's lavish sitting room, taking me through the passageway to stop before a big golden door. The thought of this devil being my husband made bile rise up in my throat, but I held it back down. Besides, I've already vowed to become one with him. Bull-fucking-shit. I'm going to kill him.

He closed the door while sliding the window down. "Clean the mess and hand me the damn remote." Robert nodded, handing him the remote before moving out to other cars. Without waiting a second, Vincenzo pressed the button, setting the house on fire with a boom. Everything was turning into ashes, including Devis's body. Vincenzo's eyes turned over to his wife as he watched her intently. Her sweaty forehead, bloody clothes, flush cheeks and dehydrated. His eyes blazed with such intensity which held many things in them. They were possessive, obsessive, passionate and with the need to mark her all over gain his.