Raine Owl House Novels & Stories

“Well, let’s see. This one has a waterfall, a swimming pool, a huge ass lawn for our kids to play, an outdoor kitchen and did I mention the library? I think I’ll manage.” Rylan stared at me, amusement glinting in those orbs. “As you wish. This will be our home then.” "But Mr. Parker I would suggest we take a—” “We made our decision.” Rylan’s words razored through his, Owen, was it? His tone was laced with a tone of finality. “Kindly get the papers ready.” “Of course.” He scurried off, probably to make some calls. Another day I would've felt bad for him but having found the dream home was making me feel giddy.

Before walking through the door I stop on the step and look up at the sign above the doorway. An old slab of wood hanging on iron chains. Two owls painted in bright green and brown sit side by side on a branch, their eyes huge and looped with crazy Celtic patterns. Swirling purple letters spell out "The Night Owl" against a dark blue backdrop, sprinkled with small golden stars. Even smaller letters in gold below say "Open 12 to 12". And below that, my gran's initials, so tiny you wouldn't notice them unless you looked really close. The bell tinkles as I go through the door. Jade smiles at me from behind the counter.

“Miss Reene?” Owen's professional tone cut through her dream where he was proven to be a robot. With a groan, she stretched, then let her eyes slowly open. “Hmm?” Her tone was nothing but sleepy that no one would even think she'd spent all night asleep. “We're here.” He announced. “Where?” “Your house.” “Oh,” that moved the sleep from her as she stared at her house. After seeing Jaxon's mansion, it looked like a tiny place for ants.

Aurora was excited to get home and see a special person. The atmosphere in the Skylar mansion is lighter. Aurora, still buzzing from the relief of Ryan’s company crisis being solved, found herself outside Owen’s room. She hesitated for a moment before knocking softly. “Come in” Came his deep voice from inside. Aurora stepped in, her heart suddenly hammering for no reason. Owen was sitting on the couch, his blazer discarded, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. His dark eyes found hers the moment she entered, and a slow smirk appeared on his lips.

Charlie Owen isn’t in the kitchen anymore when I come back down the stairs. The house is dark, with the exception of a soft glow coming from the screened-in porch. A single candle is lit and sitting on the table out there, and Owen’s back is to me as he looks at the fountain in the pond behind his house. There’s a light in it, making the simple fountain look much fancier at night than it actually is.

She didn’t think they would care about the new holes her magic had drilled into their skulls. “I think Jenna has arrived,” Rave said, lifting his eyes toward the canopy of branches above. “I hear an owl flying low.” A moment later, a large brown and white owl fluttered to the ground near the riverbank. Leesa watched as the familiar silver glow appeared around the owl’s taloned feet and slowly worked its way up the bird’s legs and body. When the glow reached the owl’s head, a silver flash lit up the night for a split second. When the flash disappeared, Jenna stood where the bird had been.

The iron gates of Owen's estate swing open, revealing a driveway that can comfortably sit my apartment complex. As the Rolls Royce glides over the smooth gravel, I press my forehead against the cool glass of the window, taking it all in. It isn’t as sprawling or as ostentatious as the Newton manor, which always felt like it was trying too hard to shout about its own wealth, but it is breathtakingly grand for a man who lives alone. The house is a masterpiece of architecture, painted a soothing mint green with crisp, crystal-white accents that catch the afternoon light. In the center of the circular driveway, a fountain carved from white marble tosses plumes of water into the air, the mist cre

Elowen's POV It began as a deceptively peaceful evening, one that lulled the senses into a false sense of ordinary tranquility. The persistent rain of the afternoon had finally come and gone, leaving behind a crisp, clean scent of wet earth mingling with the sweet perfume of blooming petals from the rain-kissed gardens. The packhouse, usually a bustling hub of activity and conversation, was unusually quiet—almost too quiet, a hushed anticipation hanging in the air. The only sound breaking the serene stillness was the soft, contented cooing of Lyra from her cradle, nestled by the dancing flames of the nursery hearth.

Night had settled over Dawn Veil like a quiet blanket, the soft patter of rain falling on old stone adding a sense of calm to the night. In her new home, a small, humble cottage nestled between wildflower fields and a winding river, Aria Hartfield moved quietly through the rooms. The floorboards creaked softly beneath her feet, but the house, though modest, felt warmer than any place she had known in years. Outside, the world was hushed, the only sounds the distant murmur of the river and the steady sigh of the wind against the eaves.

Dawn was approaching when they finally decided to go home, each with a plan in mind to face the challenges of the next day. While Lola and Maya shared their confidences, the owl seemed to watch intently, its large eyes blinking in the darkness of the night. There was something mysterious about the way she kept her gaze fixed on her friends, as if she understood the depth of their words and the strength of their friendship. In a way, her expression seemed like an enigmatic smile, as if she approved of the two young women's determination to face their dilemmas. As Lola and Maya retreated into the house, the owl rose from the roof of the gazebo and, with a soft flapping of wings, flew away, dis