Rumah Di Atas Bukit Novels & Stories

“But he is humble and stays here with his wife.” Aurora nods following her towards the small mountain-like place right next to the huge mountain. The land of that property looks like a small hill but from the field they can see a beautiful penthouse above the hill. “ Must be a wealthy family. That's why they settled there instead of in the town! Rich people's enthusiasm - want to stay in a calm and peaceful mountain with no soul around!” Dahlia scoffs as she removes the bush away from the narrow path of stone. “ Will you be able to climb up the stairs?”

Pascha. The pine trees outside the window swayed gently as the northern wind swept through their tops. The cries of winter gulls echoed faintly from the valley below, mingling with the creaking of hard-packed snow on the wooden rooftop. Or… mansion, as Belva would call it. But I still think that’s pretentious. It’s just a house. A house with a private sauna, a helipad, and a secret elevator to the basement, sure—but still just a house.

AJ wasn't exaggerating when he said the house was beautiful. Situated by a large lake, it had a unique charm. The soothing blue view was a stark contrast to what AJ usually saw in New York. That alone was enough to make him ecstatic. The two-story white house with a blue triangular roof was designed for relaxation, as Ruby noticed a hammock, swing, sand pit, barbecue area, and even a small tent right by the lake to ensure its residents could enjoy a variety of vacation experiences.

She hugged Margot's arm and asked happily, "Will I really live here in the future? It's so beautiful here. Is this the kind of environment you grew up in?" When she was young, Bronson told her that on the other side of the mountain was another mountain. Although there were differences between urban and rural areas, they all lived under the same sky, and their environments were the same. While there were many villagers living in cement houses at the foot of the mountain, none of them were as beautiful and luxurious as this place. She loved this house. Margot said, "We will all live here together in the future. Of course, if the place feels crowded to you, we have many other suites. If you wan

I admitted. “Oh, that house is across the country and too old to inhabit. Too many ghosts.” My head whipped over to him incredulously, wondering if I heard him right, “What?” “What?” he shot back humorously. The house up ahead was a picture of modernity, and the very best of it. It was built into the base of the damn mountain! “Is the inside carved out of mountain rock?” “Wouldn’t you rather see it for yourself?” he glanced at me from the corner of his eye with a raised brow.

Or, maybe she was a culprit, after all, life's culprit. The closer they got to what looked like Richard Wilson's house, the more Susan's breath almost left her behind. Richard lived like a king. His house was on top of the mountain. Was it an artificial or a real mountain? Susan couldn't tell exactly. It was in the middle of the city. That sort of house she was staring at, was in the middle of the city? she could not believe her eyes. They drove into what had to be a villa. Up the hill, their car drove easily.

I followed his scent up to the top floor and then through the hatch onto the roof. It was summertime but the air still had a slight chill to it. I felt the cool breeze on my face as I climbed through the hatch so I pulled my cardigan tighter around me before carefully wandering along the edge of the rooftop and sliding down to where Max sat perched just before the gutter. "Who's watching the kids?" was all he said as he stared out over the forest. There were four stories to this house so we were above the treetops, with a clear view of the mountains and lakes, despite the fading daylight.

There is a hotel below the mountain and here, mountaineers leave their things and bring only what is needed like water and snacks. Mount Montis is only a low mountain and you can reach the peak for only about three hours trekking. "Welcome again, Mr. Vasquez. Where are your friends?" One of the staff asked. "I'm with my family." Kenzo said. "Oh, I see." The staff said. "I'm getting a Family Room." Kenzo said. "Oh, I'm sorry Mr. Vasquez. All of our Family Rooms are all occupied. The only available rooms now are the Friends Room like what you were reserving before and the Couples Room." The staff said. "Ok, ahm, I'll just get two Friends Room." Kenzo said. "Ahm, Mr. Vasquez, there's only one F

"I wanted to talk to you about something else. About the house." "The new house?" "Yes. I’ve been looking at sites. I found a plot of land in the Catskills. High elevation, natural rock barriers. It’s defensible, but..." He paused, pulling a folded sketch from his pocket. "It has a view. A lake." He smoothed the paper out on the table. It wasn't a blueprint; it was a rough architectural sketch. It showed a house made of glass and warm wood, nestled into the side of a mountain. It didn't look like a fortress. It looked like a home.

The safe house was hidden in the mountains. Three hours north of the city. No neighbors for miles. Just trees and rocks and a winding dirt road that ended at a gate with a keypad and cameras. Julian's mother had bought the property thirty years ago, before she died. She had wanted a place to escape from Victor. A place where he couldn't find her. A place where she could breathe. She never got to use it. Now we would. The house was small but sturdy. Stone walls. A fireplace. A kitchen with old appliances and a wooden table that had seen decades of meals. Upstairs, three bedrooms with lumpy beds and windows that faced the forest.