My Humble Abode Novels & Stories

“It is an honor to receive you in our humble pack.” Humble. The Alpha’s mansion stood at the end of a cobblestone avenue and had absolutely nothing humble about it. It was a three-story construction with marble columns, balconies with golden balustrades, and a front garden that included a fountain with a wolf statue plated in what was clearly real gold. It reminded me of the fat man’s mansion with the red robe, but with better taste. Barely.

We are home. ---

I gazed everywhere, still amazed at how magnificent it was. "Wow! I never knew there could be any pack as magnificent as this," I said, my eyes wide open. "I know, right! This is our humble hive," he said. "Humble? This is nowhere near humble, Mr. Jerome..." I muttered. "What do you mean?" He laughed. *****

Even though I was already following her side by side. “Nowhere fun. My apartment.” She said, “Doesn’t that need a formal invitation, something like ‘I'd love to have you at my humble abode?’, doesn't it?” I asked, laughing. “Who said it was humble?” She asked. Oops. “It's fucking boastful.” She laughed. “Sometimes I think it's too many colors, then I remind myself that it's on those days I be hating myself.” “That's great, I guess.” I didn't have anything else to say.

{Abebi} I sat on the porch, the warm breeze gently brushing against my face. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness. The street was quiet, as it usually was, but today it seemed even more deserted than usual. The only person I had in this whole neighborhood was my dear friend Ada, and I cherished every moment we spent together. Ada, with her beautiful chocolate skin, had been my rock through thick and thin. We had shared countless secrets, dreams, and aspirations, making our bond unbreakable. I could always count on her to brighten my day, even in the darkest of times.

"Humble abode, huh? I'm excited to see what you consider humble." He grinned, his eyes sparkling. "Well, let's not keep you waiting." As he unlocked the door and held it open for me, a wave of curiosity and anticipation washed over me. I stepped inside, my eyes immediately taking in the cozy ambiance of his living room. The soft glow of lamps cast warm shadows on the walls. "Make yourself at home," Lucas said, his voice carrying a sincerity that made me feel truly welcome. I glanced around, taking in the details that seemed to reflect his personality – a collection of books neatly stacked on a shelf, a painting that adorned the wall, and a comfortable-looking couch that invited relaxation. A

We got to his house faster than I expected and I was a bit pleased to discover that his place was not quite far from mine. His apartment was cozy and tastefully furnished with cream paintings and well decorated walls. The whole place screamed class and the art paintings on the wall said the same too. "Welcome to my humble abode." He said, placing enough emphasis on "humble." I laughed quietly and then responded; "Your house is beautiful and trust me, there's nothing humble about this place." I replied and he flashed a smile in return, sat on the cushion and started untying his shoe lace, apparently in a bid to pull it off.

but you once said you can't live with poor man like me, but here you are In my house, and you don't know when you are leaving my house, and you don't know maybe this is your last bus stop" Mickel said, "That was then, but now, this Is my last bus stop, I don't think I will go out for three months because I know that you are capable of taking care of me" Naomi said, and he smiles, and she stood up and moves closer to Mickel and she kissed him but Mickel wasn't reciprocate, and he held her hands, and said, "babe, I'm poor, but this house Is mine, I bought this house with my money, but the day you call me a poor man, I wept, but I hold myself, you told me that, my house Is not a mansion, you po

I needed to pack my things so we could leave for the Cuban Mansion. It’s time for me to play my part. “It’s terrible you live like this.” He wrinkled his nose with his eyes expecting the worn-out furniture, old rugs, and the cracked walls. I’ve never been more ashamed of my living situation than now. The World’s Adrian Cuban is in my freaking house! I felt so small and insignificant. “Won’t you offer me a glass of water?” “Umm.. I’ll be right back.” I dashed off to the kitchen, got him bottled water and turned it into a glass.

"A little Human, You are indeed Bold but If you want to live_" " Reject him!"