Novel & Cerita My Humble Abode

"Ah, Bàbá ọmọ Adéyẹmí ní mi sir. A ní ìsinmi ní ilé ìwé l'aṣè wà." "Ò dà, ẹ o ṣ'aṣèyọ̀ri." The old man prayed for us. "Amin," we said and bid the old man farewell. We continued walking till we got to a beautiful, modest house, quite different from the mud houses around. The bungalow sat at the end of a long, weed-choked driveway. Becca stepped onto the tiled floor, her footsteps leaving clear prints of the mud. It was a beautiful house—large windows, heavy royal-blue brocade curtains, and a well equipped kitchen—but it felt weird.

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.

I kind of hate how comfortable it is starting to feel. We reach the gate. It creaks a little as I push it open. My bungalow sits quietly beneath a cluster of trees, pale porch light flickering like it’s unsure whether to stay on. It’s not big. It’s not fancy. But it’s home. I take a breath. “Welcome to Casa Zen.”

Even the idea of sorting through my belongings feels like a monumental task, one I’m not ready to face just yet. "My home will always be yours," Abel says softly, his tone laced with sincerity. There’s something comforting in the way he says it, like he’s offering me a sanctuary, a place where I can finally let go of the weight I’ve been carrying. "I would have asked you to move in with me, but maybe it's a little soon," he adds nervously, a hint of color rising to his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck. Despite everything, I chuckle at his awkwardness, the sound surprising me in its lightness.

Chapter 61 Myra's new home was a quaint cottage nestled at the edge of a quiet neighborhood. The exterior boasted a welcoming facade with a pastel blue door that complemented the soft beige walls. A neatly trimmed garden lined the path leading to the entrance, adorned with blooming flowers that added a touch of warmth to the scene.

It indicated his desire for peace, and I was more than willing to oblige. As we approached, we saw the Alpha's humble abode—a charming bungalow surrounded by a white picket fence. The pack exuded a country feel, creating a beautiful and tranquil atmosphere. I couldn't help but imagine having a home here and bringing Emily for a holiday; I was certain she would adore it as well.

'Home, sweet home,' Veronica thought, as she stood outside her apartment door about to push her key into the lock. She had to conceal a smile. It felt incredible coming back to her own place. A piece of sanctuary that no one could kick her out of. Her own little slice of heaven, no matter how small or old it was.

***** Roof to roof For a single home I don’t ask for many But a single-roof That I can call mine, too As a home Just as a home Not an office on a giant floor But at least a home Where I am not worried Where I grow Where I say I have grown The will to survive The purpose of life Is to live So I will make a place To identify more With life That I am all Settled here On Earth I won’t go I won’t go Anymore Anymore A joy A pride A shinning pride Of a little home Well found on sight I call it home When I refuse to move I say no to go I say no to give it to any

But she was anxious to get into character, even if the character was basically a better-behaved version of herself. After a couple of minutes, she saw a beautiful fountain, with warm lights and dancing waters. It was in the middle of a roundabout driveway and the car circled it before parking. The entrance of the house was beautiful, and she wondered how it was not the first thing she spotted. The front was huge, with at least ten balconies at each side of the imperial door. There was clearly an antique vibe, but it didn't seem old at all. More like vintage chick if she were to name it. Probably a recent construction made by the family's company. Chris told her the family company was in the

I used to be, but given all the disappointments I have been experiencing lately, I have abandoned the idea of motivation in order to reduce my chances of experiencing disappointments in the future. In either case, I unlocked the door and peered out to make sure everything was okay. I promptly exited and started going in the same route I had come from hours before encountering a female after opening the door a second time with some trepidation. The woman spoke to me in a somewhat friendly tone while her grey shimmering eyes pierced into mine. She appeared to be in her middle years and was dressed in maiden clothes, medium height, and grey hair. "You're an unclaimed human." The female gasped w