Novel & Cerita My Humble Abode

"You're safe here in my abode." What exactly had I gotten myself into?

She is my little Philippines princess, and I must be glad for her obviously. "Are you happy for me?" She asked me after separating with a smile. "Of...of course I am," I answer with a smirk. She invites me to enter and I do so. Finally inside, I remove the hood of my sweater and scan around me. I can see some beautiful pictures of them and a beautiful painting board in the parlor at my right side, staircases in front of me, and the door of the kitchen half opened at my left. A charming and simple house.

I muttered. “His name is Tobere,” I almost jumped out of my skin, he was coming around the side of the hut. “Welcome to my humble abode, he smiled. “You’re frowning again, seems like you do that a lot.” “As a matter of fact, I do, when I’m speaking with people who have little respect.” “Little respect?”

He asked her with a cheshire cat smile. " You call this freaking place, Humble abode? It literally has everything that's necessary and not. Do you even get time to use those cinema room and gym? " If he called that humble abode, then she'd be a beggar on the streets with her one bedroom apartment. "Of course I get time to use them that's the reason I have it in my place" He didn't know he'd enjoy teasing her so much. "Yeah. That's the reason you have it in your place " She repeated after him and he smiled again.

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

Who went to such lengths for wealth these days? “Welcome to my humble abode.” He said as he swerved the car into the front of a house. The house seemed big, its outside was finely designed. The porch looked expensive even if I couldn’t tell the materials used to make it. Its doors and windows were made of fine glass, and it looked beautiful. The expensive kind of beauty, there was beauty that could be bought with money, but there was also the beauty that couldn’t only be gotten from human touch, from warmth. The little things humans do that add beauty, a little garden, a forgotten shovel, and little imperfections here and there that made the scene perfect, thi

I started clearing the table, filled myself with the leftovers, and went to my sweet abode. Although the mansion was quite big there was no place for me inside the house. My abode was a small room in the outhouse. It was a small room that had a small bed on one side and a small cupboard on the other side. On one corner was a small table on which there was a statue of Lord Krishna and pictures of some other gods. It was like a small temple. I kept on staring at Krishna's statue with the question in my mind, when will my days change? All of a sudden, the doors of the room opened, and my dear sisters barged in.

"Welcome to my humble abode." I was brought out of my reverie by Liam's voice, and looking up at him, I saw the huge smirk plastered on his face. "Humble abode? Liam, this is more than just humble." I gestured to our surroundings and marveled at how gorgeous everything looked. And, the more I looked around, the more I started doubting my presence here. What would his parents think? Would they judge me because I'm still at school and call me a goal digger? Probably they'll think I captured their son and is using him because of their wealth. The last thing I needed was to be in such a predicament. "I'm scared I might break something."

Maybe I will like living with him. Maybe I will like him and he will like me. Maybe life will be good. I will make this work. We will make this work. I am not sure how I can possibly do that, but I will. We drive up a hill, and the trees clear. "We're home," Jeremiah says. I startle, and put a hand on my chest to try to calm my breathing. I look out the window as a large, white mansion comes into view. It is beautiful. It is three stories high, with white columns and large, white double doors.

abode was a literal mansion that could house a small army, complete with Russian maids scurrying like shadows and security goons posted at every corner, their eyes scanning me like I was an intruder rather than the prodigal son. It reeked of the Bratva, even here in the land of the free. I could already feel the headache building behind my eyes. 'Please, for once, just let this be a normal visit,' I thought, though I knew better. She never missed a chance to drag me back into the family "legacy." The gates swung open with a mechanical groan as I approached. I pulled up to the front steps, killing the engine and stepping out into the crisp morning air.