Romans & histoires Porma House

She mused incoherently. "You have a nice mansion, pretty boy." she genuinely complimented Dex, who smiled and said a simple, "thank you". Dex's luxurious and elegant mansion was located on the outskirts of Duras city. It was the only house in a serene, peaceful, and lonely area. It was perfect for a quiet and discreet life. The mansion was equipped with captivating water fountains at the entrance, swimming pools, an enchanting garden, and a helipad. It also had a wide expanse of land for various outdoor games and stables for horses.

I heard the voice of a woman say downstairs. The front door was just below my window, so I could clearly hear everything said. "Yes, yes, that would be me. How may I help you?" He said, with a very fake friendly voice that made me feel like screaming in pain and frustration. How dare he pretend to be a good person after what he had just tried doing to me? How dare he pretend to be nice? "Well, I'm your dear late wife Jisoo's good friend. My name is Mrs Tara Lawson. May I come in?" She said, her voice cheerful.

Still no answer. Not long after, I pull up in front of house one-zero-three on the affluent Promenade Way. As expected for a house this side of Portland, it's big. Beautifully lit in the dark, the delicate lights showcase three levels of his home, the light paint choices, and the white moldings. The dark tiles on the pitched roofing blend with the night sky, and the giant wrap-around porch decorated with white wicker furniture is far from the bachelor pad I was expecting.

HAVEN POV I stood on the front porch of Wesley’s house and smoothed my hands over my dress as I waited for him to let me in. His little bungalow house was cute and well taken care of, painted a light green with a swing on one side of the porch. The whole overall look gave off a homey, clean vibe, making me feel comfortable and relaxing my nerves about this date night.

I leaned back against the shower wall and squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to just wake up from this nightmare. “Email from River Reality, would you like me to read it to you?” my AI assistant announces, reminding me that I had sent an enquiry out about Nortica’s house to her real estate agent. “No,” I groan, bitter at the interruption. I can't even shower in peace. “Display on screen.” Dear Mr Elemore, Thank you for your interest in 23 Hausman Drive, Somerset. To answer your questions, the house was built in 1996 and has been renovated once. (kitchen and bathroom both updated in 2005).

“You two are quite the team.” Marissa's house is a cozy, welcoming haven nestled on the edge of the forest. The exterior is quaint, with a rustic charm that fits perfectly with the surrounding wilderness. The wooden structure is painted a soft sage green, with white trim around the windows and doors. A wraparound porch adorned with potted plants and a couple of rocking chairs invites visitors to sit and enjoy the tranquil scenery.

“And… I got it. I just texted you the address. Anything else, mate?” I sigh in relief. “No. That’s it. Thanks.” Before he can say another word, I disconnect the call. It takes me a few minutes to get to Amara’s home. The house is a freaking mansion. No joke. It looks like something from those Jane Austen movies that Nevaeh used to make us watch. I drive up the long driveway and gaze around the grounds in hopes that I might spot Amara, with very little luck. The house is pretty pretentious looking. For crying out loud, the center of the long driveway has a fountain with baby cherubs pouring water in flagons. The house is even more intimidating up close, but I’m not deterred. I need to see Ama

The remote province of Kanchanaburi. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and jasmine, a jarring change from the sterile, ozone-heavy atmosphere of the capital. The house was a dilapidated wooden shack on stilts, perched over a slow-moving river. It was the antithesis of the penthouse. There was no glass, no light, and certainly no signal. Pim sat on the porch, sharpening a small kitchen knife against a stone. Her hands were still, her face devoid of the frantic energy that had defined her existence for months.

Though I wasn't close to my parents, I couldn't picture my life without either of them. >How's PJ?< Benson asked through the link as I pulled up to the pack house. The massive structure stood out like a sore thumb. It was four stories high with over 1000 rooms. The outdoor walls were a light yellow. The windows were floor to ceiling. There was a winding staircase on the side of the house that led to the outside patio. >Sleeping. What happened to the bitch? >She was fired on the spot. Principal Damon said that we'll be having a new teacher in the morning. Class ended when Preston ran off

Infact , she had never even seen this kind of house in TV and never knew it existed. "Oh my days!" She exclaimed. "Please follow me, Mrs." Perry said politely and Ida followed him inside. "He will come to you soon," Perry said and when he was about to walk away, Ida asked, "is this house for him?" "I don't mean to be rude but you can ask from him when you see him," Perry smiled and walked away. Looking around the exorbitantly disigned house, she marvelled. When she heard steps behind her, she immediately turned and saw 'Mr. Pimp.' This time, he was wearing a round neck body hug shirt that revealed how broad his chest was and how big his muscles was, he was also wearing joggers.