My Humble Abode Novels & Stories

It is a cute house. This house has personality, unlike that mausoleum that she has been forced to live in for the entirety of her life. That over sized house is a shrine to her father. A way to show off his wealth, in order for him to feel validated. He is a pompous ass who likes to feel superior to others and that shows in the look of his home. This house is the exact opposite. The hous is so warm and inviting.. it truly feels like a home. “Oh, sorry. Uh, my name is Abigail.”

Sorry for using Missy on you" "Man..this is so good. I'll be needing more' "I've never seen you eat this way before" "Even at my husband's house. The truth is I tend to eat a lot in a comfortable place" "So, you're comfortable in my middle class house? "This place is great. It's quiet and lovely. I like it. More like a vacation home. Everything here is so nice simple with warm designs" "Thanks for the compliment" "I'm being honest. More please... please"

ADELIA I have a small and humble house in the outskirts of the town. One could say that it was one of the worst locations in the territory. However, it was also the cheapest and the only place I could afford with my salary at the flower shop in the nearest human town. Although it was not much, for me, it was my home, my safe place that I go home to everyday. To see it in a state of shamble... it was shocking and hurting. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Her faint wrinkles are now crevasses of time, etched so deeply into her small face it is hard to imagine where the burrowing folds end. “So what happened to your cottage, is it just standing empty somewhere?” I ask as I prepare a foul smelling green herbed brew in her rattling copper kettle. “It disintegrated. Every move I made weakened it a little more.” “I better not start off in a huge castle then, probably cave in after one move.” “It has happened before. Modesty is always preferred. It keeps you humble.” Living in a shitty little cavern of nik-naks. It would keep me insane, not humble, but I decided not to elaborate on that point. “Good point.”

I stumbled behind him, trying to catch up to his long strides. "Tadaa!. Welcome to my most humble abode." - he bowed slightly as he helped me out of my coat. I was flustered - Did he just call this luxurious manor, his most humble abode?!. Then, what did that make mine which wasn't bad but wasn't as luxurious. To think that we had been living in the same neighborhood all this while but had never crossed paths before. "Have a seat." - He ushered me to a fluffy sofa, a proud smile on his face as he watched my surprised expression.

~ Gideon ~ The floorboards in my new apartment creak whenever I shift my weight. It is a small, honest sound, but in this quiet space, it feels incredibly loud. This place is nothing like the grand, cold hallways of Moore Crest Estate. There are no marble floors here to swallow the noise of my heavy footsteps. There are no servants to polish the dark wood until it reflects the clinical light of a crystal chandelier. The walls are thin, allowing me to hear the distant hum of a neighbor’s television and the muffled rhythm of the street below. The air in this kitchen smells like the local bakery on the corner, a constant mix of yeast, sugar, and the gritty exhaust of the morning traffic. I have

“Hazel Town looks like it barely has electricity.” I chuckled and looked around. Our new apartment was small—just two bedrooms, thin walls, and barely any furniture—but it was clean. And quiet. And ours. The smell of warm bread from the bakery downstairs floated through the open window. I had no idea how we landed an apartment right above heaven, but I wasn’t complaining. “It’s not Blackwood,” I said, dusting off my jeans, “but it’s home.” Martha looked around and gave a small nod. “It’s not bad.”

Their enthusiasm and genuine affection were infectious, despite my confusion about their reasons for welcoming me. I was grateful for their kindness, their acceptance, and their ability to make me feel like I belonged. The unfamiliar surroundings and the recent events had left me feeling adrift, but their kindness and acceptance provided a much-needed anchor. I returned their warm smiles, my face lighting up with a genuine grin. “Nice to meet you too,” I replied, introducing myself. “I’m Sabrina Miren Hart, but you can just call me Sabrina.” *** Looking around, I saw that this two-story house nestled amidst lush greenery. Its simple yet inviting design is accentuated by large glass windows t

His last words to her as she packed her things in tears were, “None of this would have happened if you just let me have you.” Robert wicked parting words resounded in her ears. Over the years, Emma have come to realised and she see herself as a commodity, most men make her feel like she is being sold. All of them want the same thing, to make her feel that she belongs to them. This is disgusting to her. She had nowhere to go, being their cook meant she lived with them and doesn’t have to worry about accommodation.

MILDRED Odin's cabin appeared just as dilapidated as the cave. I am accustomed to opulence, adorned in gold, royal linens, fur, and fine leather. These torn, worn-out bedrolls were causing my bones to ache. Nevertheless, I chose to keep my true identity concealed, for now. Odin possessed little in terms of property, and he lived alone in this humble abode. He seemed a bit hesitant about welcoming me into his home. "It's not much, but you'll be safe here," he assured me.