Porma House Novels & Stories

She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d been to The House. The House was a place where people could indulge in any hedonistic fantasy. No judgment. No condemnation. Damon Roche, a very wealthy businessman, owned The House and he was very discerning when it came to membership. Hell, for all Karla knew their membership had expired or they’d been taken off the guest list since they hadn’t been in two years.

PARAISO ba sa ibang mundo ang lugar na nasa harapan niya? It's a private place, and there's a Mansion that looks like an old European house in a creamy beige palette. It looks so elegant with this romantic style post making it looks like a classic roman structure. There is a swimming pool surrounded by well-groomed Bermuda grass and a minimalist glass house not far away from the Mansion. There is a cliff that shows the stunning view of the ocean and heaven's horizon. She's speechless and couldn't find any word to describe how romantic and peaceful the place was.

“If you like it, it can be ours.” “It’s really big.” Rye said as she stepped out of the car. She looked up at the large pale-yellow two-story Dutch colonial house. The blue front door was set back about six feet in the center with benches on either side. A decorative white railing ran along the whitewashed wooden porch which ran the length of the long house. On the left end, there was a sunroom with a deck above it. The other end had an addition and a covered walkway leading to a detached garage in the same style as the house. Both had dormers for the second-floor windows.

The House Hunt Igor had the tablet open on the breakfast bar, a map of the coastal city marked with little blue pins. For the first time in weeks, we weren't looking at legal documents or news articles. We were looking at floor plans. "This one has a garden that leads right to a walking path," Igor said, sliding the device toward me. "It is older than the others, but the structure is sound." I looked at the photos. It was a white house with black shutters and a wide front porch. It looked like the kind of place people lived in for fifty years, not the kind of place people used to host networking events.

It was so calm, one could hear one’s own breath, a reminder that you were, indeed, alive. After their customary evening jog, the two brothers, Rishabh and Arya were resting on the porch outside their single-storeyed, ranch-styled home, Arora Mansion. The mansion was huge. It had a long, low roofline; its orange slats contrasted perfectly with the pristine white of its walls on which fluttered the leaf patterns formed by the street lights that shone through the branches of the trees.

Samantha asked. "I can see it in your eyes, sweetheart, and I'm never wrong," Grandma stated with unwavering certainty. "She agreed with me and all my cousins," Perla said, and Samantha gave me a huge smile. After a hearty and delicious lunch, Dona Elenice settled us in. The house was beautiful, a very large old colonial mansion with double-height ceilings, many rooms, all very spacious. The house was white, with blue doors and double windows. It was perfectly preserved and located right in the center of the small town, near the church and overlooking a beautiful square with benches under leafy trees.

Dora said trying to recall if she had heard anything of such which I quickly speaks up "Maybe if you know of her address that will helps me alot" I voice out bring her back from her thought "Well she leaves in Labone Estate house number 4. The mansion with white and black colour paint. It's the most magnificent house there, it looks different from the other houses so you can identify it easily" she answered "Thank you so much, that means alot to me"

I’d been home from college exactly four days and my pussy was already a traitor. Mom married David last summer, some loaded real-estate guy with a jawline carved from marble and a twenty-four-year-old son, Ryan, who looked like he bench-pressed cars for fun. The house was ridiculous: heated marble floors, a kitchen bigger than my dorm, and a wine fridge that hummed like it was flirting. It was 1:17 a.m. I couldn’t sleep.

Lucas was just staring at him blankly until he made his way out. Zera entered the room and collected the ashes of the contract. “Shall I call on the next?” she asks, and Lucas just nodded, feeling sleepy. Zera went outside his office, carrying the ashes and disposed them in the huge Tree of Death in their lounge area. Domus Malum, or the “House of Evil” is nothing like a creepy place that most movies make as the devil’s nest. Lucas made it look like an ordinary office with minimalist designs, it has a wall of shelves for books, a nice lounge area for the guests and a huge piano beside the Tree of Death, where the contracts of their clients serve as the soil and the tree being fertilized by t

she said quietly, staring at the house on our left. I looked at the house. It was as charming as the rest of them. The outside wall was painted in light peach color and there was a garden in the front. Small steps led up to the porch. Unlike the rest of the houses, it seemed like somebody was still living in this one. Actual flowers and plants were growing in the garden. Aria’s eyes were roaming all over the house. I could hear her heart beating faster. “It doesn’t look abandoned,” Annie said quietly. “No,” Aria whispered. “They are still here.”