My Humble Abode Novels & Stories

We are more free now than before. “Let’s go now to my humble abode,” he said. “Humble abode sounds better. I think I’ll like it better than I liked your guesthouse,” I said. “So, you really don’t want to live with a billionaire?” he asked. “I’m a regular girl. It’s overwhelming to live with a billionaire,” I said. “Then, I won’t strive to become a billionaire again,” he said. “You could become a billionaire again and I will still want to live with you,” I said.

In my third year after joining the werewolf guard, I single-handedly cut off the rogues' supply line during a raid. For my actions, the chairman of the werewolf council awarded me a Silver Moon Insignia and granted me the right to live in a four-bedroom penthouse apartment at Moonshadow Estate. Mom once told me that if we ever moved into a bigger home, she would give me a bedroom that belonged to me alone. On the night all the furniture was moved in, I searched every one of the four bedrooms, but there wasn't the slightest trace of me in any of them. The master bedroom belonged to my parents. My older sister, Kalista, had taken the sunniest south-facing suite. My younger brother, Keane,

Veronica looks me over slowly, her gaze lingering on my worn clothes. "I can see life hasn't been treating you very kindly." Her lips curve. "You look terrible. Actually, homeless might be the nicer word." I say nothing. She takes another sip from her mug. "Did you come crawling back because life outside this house finally became too hard?" Her eyes gleam with amusement. "How pathetic. I suppose you're here to beg your daddy to take you back in." The insult barely lands. I've heard worse. "You know," she continues, setting her mug down, "if you had learned some humility, I might have considered giving you and your brother a place in the cottage."

Everything was meticulously designed, just like Jack himself. "Welcome to my humble abode," Jack said quietly as we walked down the hallway. I chuckled softly. "*Humble*? Jack, this place is incredible. It's like a fortress." Jack smiled, a rare moment of levity. "I'm glad you like it. Feel free to pick any room. If you need anything, I'll be in mine." He walked away, leaving me to explore. I wandered the hall, eventually choosing a door at random. But when I opened it, my breath caught in my throat.

The abbot smiled amicably and said, "Of course my lords. This humble one will do everything in his power to assist you in your investigation. Please do come in." I shall not lie. I was rather taken aback by the amicable and humble looks of this abbot, but if looks could fool me so easily I would have died a thousand deaths under the hands of my seemingly lovable stepmother by now. I only inaudibly nodded and followed behind the meek-looking abbot.

In my spare time, I signed up for a blog under a fake name and wrote random musings no one would ever read. Having all these was enough for me. … Graduation season arrived as scheduled. While everyone else had family to help them move out, I hauled my peeling suitcase and headed straight for the neighborhood slums. The little money I had was only enough for a dark, dank basement. The landlady, Isabella Donati, looked like a sharp-tongued old crone. To save 50 dollars on rent, I took over the snow shoveling and trash removal for the entire run-down apartment building.

A single light shone from a window, its warm glow casting a hazy halo against the dimly lit street. He opened the door for Abigail and offered her his hand, she accepted it and followed him into the house. "Do you live here?" Abigail couldn't help herself from asking, noticing the strange little cross that hung on the door. “No” It had an inscription that said - Jesus and somehow, she felt at peace. It was great to know that she was going into a christian home. John unlocked the door and ushered her to get into the house while switching on the light switch. The place got even brighter and Abigail admired the simple setting of the house.

Because of this, I never miss those moment when I will run on my toes and dance like ballerinas during windy weather. We made our way to our inexpensive one room bedroom apartment which was the last building at no. 23, Hilton's street. It wasn't the ideal place I would like to be living on but I had no option, like the saying that goes' When the desirable is not available, the available is made the desirable'. But I had no other options. It was an old abandoned house that have a few supply of food, it was very close to a monastery and luckily for me, they come across to see me and my baby with foodstuffs and others. Those moments when they will arrive are always the worst in my life, the mom

With Abaddon at my side, there was no doubt in my mind that this journey would be replete with love and support. Abaddon's voice reverberated throughout the halls as he detailed the intricate features of the house. As we continued our exploration of this remarkable abode, a sense of optimism and hope enveloped me. With Abaddon at my side and this extraordinary place as our refuge, I knew that any challenges that lay ahead would be met with strength and resilience.

CHAPTER 22 /NATHAN/ The morning sun streamed through the bare windows of my living room, lighting up the dust motes hovering over my cardboard boxes. The apartment looked completely different from how it did a month ago. The posters were rolled up, the kitchen counters were entirely wiped down, and everything I owned was taped up inside brown boxes. In two days, I was moving to Silicon Valley to start my position at SiporaTech.