My Humble Abode Novelas e Histórias

Caleb's house was just the same as any other, he wanted it this way, so he would show his people he didn't think of himself as worthy of more luxury than them. His particular touches; he had it painted dark brown and fences were black, the modern style inside was simple yet comfortable, he had everything needed and then more. Living Room with a comfortable couch and flat screen TV, a fireplace that was lovely, decorated on top with pictures of him and his parents. He had two bathrooms, a bedroom for guests, and his master bedroom was completely him. The bed was rounded and filled with cushions, silks, and warmth. I asked him on my second day there how he managed to keep all of the electricit

It is quite hard to think that he’s rich and yet he’s poor. “That’s actually quite hard to hear.” I spat as the mood toned down to a sadder moment. “But I’m still thankful with everything that I have.” Ambrose blurted out making his voice sound hopeful ultimately breaking the lugubrious air. “They still pay for everything that I need. They are still letting me live in that big ass house.” “Yeah,” “I mean I couldn’t ask for more.” Ambrose just finished what’s left of the chip and began opening another one. I grabbed the empty bag and then put it on the same plastic bag.

they all look happy " one love , unity , greatness and prosperity to us .THE ADAMS now and for ever " I I read the tag below the portrait and I smile . " NOW AND FOR EVER " I mumbled those words while starring at the portrait . after taking my bath and cream my skin with the oil given to me by one of the maids .a knock landed on the door "who..who's there " I ask " sorry to disturb you miss but a here to give you your cloths "I heard Jericho voice outside .I open he door and he walked in ,he placed the dress on the bed then turn to me with a light smile

Abbey stroked his ponytail to his right shoulder with a cough and clasped his hands behind his back then went in thinking he’d scaled through this one. While inside Abbey’s home. “What happened at the child’s institute of thought today, son.” Abbey smiled with a stretched hands to his child playing with wooden toys around his beautiful home. A place where most Humane dreamed of living. Well furnished with colorful walls, furniture and dazzling tiles that affixed the floor in a remarkable way.

I took in my surroundings while I tried to recall everything that happened. It seems like I’m in a cottage that somehow managed to not fall apart. The word ‘cottage’ is a little fancy to describe this ‘house’, but the said “house” comprises mixed materials. Some parts of the walls are branches of trees tied together, while the others comprise bamboo or wooden scraps. There’s no flooring but only the dirt ground itself. Old clothes that are sewn together served as my blanket and curtains (that served as the door), and a pile of clothes as my pillow. This is some low-level poverty shit happening here. I can’t even call this a house. Fuck those billionaires when people are forced to “live” like

I have to admit that I've kind of gotten used to the nickname although I'll never say it out loud. If God is still there and if he still thinks me as his child, I just want to thank him for this. For giving me friends like them. After him, I never thought I can be a friend to anyone but it looks like I was wrong. I smile at them. "Then welcome my humble house" Yea for me this place is a house, not my home.

he beseech "Hummm. I know, is it not you? asking all the time i should change the house help whenever they did a little thing or mistakes. Toh let me tell you am not changing any of them this time. You can get your own apartment. Am tired of changing the maids all the time. Haba Mana dan Allah" mummy said walking out of him to the dinning table. She's fed up with Ibrahim's hot temper. Ibrahim was about to walk out before mummy stopped him "Where are you going? Aren't you eating your breakfast?" Mummy asked

'EHEM' Abby deliberately cleared her throat first as soon as she reached the entrance of the old mansion. Then after that, she knocked softly against its wooden door to announce her presence. "Excuse me, is there anybody home? I wish to return something from a guy named Eugene and it was said in his ID card that this was his residence." Abby waited for someone to answer her back but she did not get any response from anyone inside. So thinking that maybe she got the wrong address, she decided to leave.

I pushed him out of my way and rushed in, I twirled as I stared around in admiration -the leather chairs and cushions, gigantic chandelier light, the figurines and paintings hanging on the walls -it's as if I just stepped into a paradise. Is this guy just being modest? Or he doesn't know the meaning of the word 'humble'? The living room is small but it's still bigger than our whole house, it's just portable and exactly my dream house. "You call this humble abode?" I asked with a raised brow. "Yeah" he answered and threw his keys on the table. "I'll be staying here temporarily, until my internship is over" "Oh" "Have a seat" he gestured at a chair. "I'll get you something to drink, what do yo