My Humble Abode Novels & Stories

A few years later, I found myself a gentle and pretty fiancée. For the first time, I finally set aside my research and allowed myself to truly live. One day, I stepped out to deliver wedding invitations to my neighbors. Suddenly, I noticed someone lurking in a cold, shadowy alley nearby. Their gaze flickered, hesitant and uncertain. Curious, I walked closer. What I found was a beggar, disheveled, kneeling on the ground, her legs clearly broken, her face smeared with dirt.

I couldn't bear to watch them suffer anymore, so I lied and said one of my relatives had a cheap apartment and invited them to move in and share the rent with me. In truth, this apartment had been a graduation gift from my parents. It was right next to where we worked, only a five-minute walk away, in a prime location, with four bedrooms and two living rooms, and there was never any worry about renting it out. My parents had taught me from a young age not to flaunt wealth, so I hadn't revealed that I was the landlord. I had only charged each of them 200 dollars in rent, with utilities and property fees all included.

Johanna's heart seemed to be touched by something, and her nose even felt a little sour. "That's settled then." Abigail got up and went out. After getting on the car, she opened her phone and found a house from her collection of assets that was the smallest in size and located in the city center. This is a small apartment located on the Sunshine Coast, fully furnished, with an area of 90 square meters. The entrance password should be 101010. Several grandfathers often give her houses, and for her convenience to remember, the passwords are all set to this.

"Forgive me, please." Waking with a jolt, I sucked down the fresh air from my apartment, looking around the tired and worn down room I called home, suddenly feeling so grateful for where I am, what I have, and the air in my lungs. 'It was just a dream,' I mused, snapping closed the book I had fallen asleep reading. As if on cue, I heard the door to the apartment across the hall open; shaking off the remnants of a bad dream, I was at the door just as a little knock came from the other side of the flimsy wood. "Miss Abigail,"

"Where you going, sweetheart" Turning around I face his grinning face "I don't know" "Well there's a hotel you can go to" a wide grin on his face 15 minutes later "You have to be shitting me," I say rolling my eyes "Hey there are creeps out there and this humble hotel is safe," he says still grinning "Humble for fuck sake it's a palace," I say looking at him with shock on my face. This place is beautiful and this man said 'humble' aggh rich people.

Hilda was still working on the project and so it was inevitable that she had to register her home address and associated information. I can't believe Hilda's home address is Taadi City, Maple Road 18, that Imperial Villa. Mr. Adams was stunned to silence, and his eyes popped wide open in shock. The Imperial?! Am I mistaken?! The Imperial is a legend among wealthy people. I heard that one of the elders from the one of the big Family planned to buy a villa in the Imperial. However, he did not succeed in purchasing one because the houses were priceless, and they were unavailable on the market.

Even though she knew who was behind it, she wanted confirmation. ABHAYA dozed off in the room that Theon had brought her. It is said to be the man's great grandmother's house. Mansion refers to a large house. Because she was lazy, she no longer inquired about its family history. What mattered to her, the bed was too tired to sleep.

Yup, I know I shouldn't be thinking like that. But, boy, if I wasn't shocked. I mean, with the way that he carried himself; I wasn't expecting him to be living in a flat like this. It was small, cozy place with one room, a kitchen and a bathroom, all of which were on the three sides of the living room. The fourth side was the main door, where we were standing. Yup, it was small and cozy...but, it was...messy and dirty and it didn't at all seem like a place where Noah could be living. My attention was diverted, when I heard him gasping, "Why are you judging my poor, humble abode?"

I didn't want to seem like some desperate little girl. A heavy exhale made me slump back into my chair. At least I had a homemade dinner to look forward to. **** Tristan's house was as Tristan as it got. It was a massive compound on top of a small hill and it had its own gate. The set up was so fancy, I had to get buzzed in. “Welcome to my humble abode,” Tristan said as I got out of my car. “Humble?” I queried, exaggeratedly gesturing to about. “I'm surprised you didn't have a butler waiting for me with a red carpet.”

“You got me there.” “This is a beautiful place. Like... out of a movie.” “Thank you,” he said modestly. “It’s just one of the many I have.” I blinked. “Wait. Are you telling me... you have more of this?” “Yes,” he chuckled. “By the grace of God.” “You’re too humble,” I said, half-joking, half-serious.