Rumah Oren Novels & Stories

Who knows, even underground like rat moles. With his gloves on, and torch lighted, he proceeded in his fact findings. He noticed the house was made up of one sleeping room, a kitchen, an office, a toilet and a modern living room with a flat screen. Painted in purple color all round. On the office`s front door was written ‘No Noise’. He entered and strolled round, the office contained a desktop and two laptops of latest versions on the table. These, at the left corner of the room.

The Oden house had always been a neat, old-fashioned, and discreet luxury. It was on the outskirts of the city, obscured behind high hedges and an enormous driveway that swooped around into a circle like a neat signature. Inside, time went by more slowly. The walls hummed with decades of family promise and secrets—some more poisonous than holy. Luke hadn't been home in weeks.

I said with a grin. “But I have a problem.” I huffed. “Come on in man.” Rowen said, and he closed the door behind us. The foyer of Rowen’s home was immaculate with rose gold strewn throughout the walls and flooring. The decor was that of an old mortuary, but the instruments were solid rose gold and all on beautiful display.

I shifted back and looked at Ronnie. He shrugged. “It could be your father.” I lifted a brow, and he winced. “I mean, it could be.” I nodded toward the house, and we headed inside. The Omegas were rushing back and forth, and I checked the progress. Everything looked exactly as I needed it to. Half the rooms looked lived in, while the other half looked still dusty and closed off. “Why do you want the pack house to look like this?” Ronnie peaked into the closed-off ballroom. “Half lived in.”

Because this does not look like the kind of house I’d expect Owen to live in. The kitchen is clean and impressive, with a huge island counter decorated with three apothecary jars full of fruit. The biggest jar is in the center, and the lemons inside of it set a theme for the rest of the decor. Nothing is over the top, but the little pops of yellow amongst the white and gray color scheme in the kitchen is I*******m-worthy. The kitchen opens into a living room, and the same colors are carried throughout that part of the house as well. The TV is obnoxiously large, giving me Owen-vibes, but everything else looks like it was copy and pasted right off of P*******t.

“You should sell the house to the Resource Department, at he Housing department..how much did you pay for the house?..” “Hmm…about 1150 credits…”. (Mongi The Brewer) He said after checking over his small notebook that he pulled from his fanny pack . it was quite amusing seeing a muscular 2 meter tall, with a full braided beard green orc wearing a neat clothing with apron and fanny pack.

I see Ocean's eyes turn black when I say that Desert is a bit bruised so I quickly hurry on, "She said all she can see from the room she is locked in is an apple tree" Ocean and Acre look at each other and smile "Uncle Antony's house," they both say together. Oceans p.o.v. Me and Acre get into the water first, we quickly and quietly swim to the other side watching in case we are spotted but everything goes smoothly, as Acre waits behind a tree I silently creep up behind the rogue that's supposed to be on watch and without making a sound I snap his neck,

Two Years Later. District 9. The Safehouse. The apartment was a concrete box that smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and the damp mold of the city. The windows were covered with black trash bags taped to the glass. A tangled nest of ethernet cables ran from a stolen junction box outside, snake-like across the floor, plugging into a server rack that hummed in the corner. Oryn sat by the door. He was nineteen now. He had grown even broader. He sat on a milk crate, a serrated combat knife in his hand, whittling a piece of wood into a sharp point. He didn't look up. He didn't need to. He felt the vibrations of the room.

Nobody messed with us anymore however, but I didn't want to chance it, because the last thing I want to do is make him angry at me agian. Loren quickly led us into the pack house, shutting the door behind us as we entered the house. Looking around inside everything was a grey and black color scheme with red to bring in another color, it was quiete lovely actually. On this floor was a living room and kitchen along with a bathroom it seemed.

he instructs Rylee. As we drive through the pack. Erin burst out laughing. “Oh, my goddess, someone has OCD.” I hadn’t noticed until she said. But every house was the mirror image of the one before it. They were all painted white with a black roof. With the same red front door and white fence. Even the cars were the same. I gulp, dreading what the Alpha would be like.