Rumah Oren Novels & Stories

I guessed none of this was new to him so he wasn't at all fascinated by it. By the third evening the trees opened completely. We stepped into a clearing, and there it was. Renn’s “small house” stood before us the only thing was, Renn’s “small house” was anything but “small.” Damn, it was a fr**king mansion. It was two stories tall, with wide windows, a wraparound porch, and a yard that was so big, it merged back into the trees. The paint was faded and the shutters needed fixing, but it was very much still okay. It was far bigger than any of us had imagined.

“Now that sounds like home.” Serenya stepped off the porch, Orien at her side, his stride longer and more deliberate than the wolves around them. The packhouse smelled of fresh bread, roasting meat, and a hint of herbs from the omegas’ kitchen experiments. She could hear the low murmur of conversation, the occasional bark, and even laughter—a melody she hadn’t realized she’d missed. Orien’s gaze flicked nervously from one group of wolves to another. “So…this is your pack,” he murmured, voice low, almost reverent. “They…they just live like this?”

She pulled out two bottles of Coca–cola and shut the fridge before turning back to toss one into Ori's hands, of which she had trouble catching. They grabbed their meals and headed for the living room. While Emerald had the decency to place hers in a tray with some cutlery and a glass cup, Oriana didn't bother with any of those as she tried to balance the dishes in her short arms before settling on the bright orange bean bag, which was completely contrasting the colour theme of the house, much to Emerald's dismay. It was the only thing sticking out like a sore thumb in the living room other than the red couches, grey walls and black furniture because Oriana hadn't wanted to live in such gloo

They moved to the living room, and Damian handed her a dark blue folder. “The design for our new house is final. Look here—“ Enola opened the pages one by one. There was: • a spacious nursery with large windows overlooking the winter garden, • a small library filled with warm walnut wood—Enola’s workspace, • a private swimming pool enclosed in glass, like its own winter garden. “Damian... this is too perfect.” “Nothing is too perfect for the place where you will raise my children,” Damian replied, his dominant tone rubbing Enola’s back like an invisible touch.

As Orion closed the door and turned to face the massive room, he was struck by its sheer size and rich extravagant interior. A large fireplace dominated one side of the room, with a comfortable chair nearby, while numerous bookshelves lined the walls close by for convenience. The interior was adorned with rich plum mahogany wood. Long, arched windows at the far end of the room allowed the moonlight to flood in, illuminating the space with enough light for Orion to navigate at ease. It was clear to Orion that this was Bellinor's den, a place where he spent most of his time, even more so than in his bedroom.

With a huge king-size bed , a table ,a cleaner bot, a closet, a lamp and a huge instruction monitor fitted with an alarm. It also had a small bathroom fitted with shower. There was also a room for Oreo named beast room, the name (Oreo) was placed on the door. It had everything a beast needed, a big bed, a cleaner bot, a beast caretaker bot and a small space for toilet. 'Even though it is lot smaller than the beast portal space, I am sure he would love it.'said Ben as he summoned Oreo out of his portal.

But he smiled gently, tucking strands of hair behind her ear, refusing to answer. They eventually drove off the main highway onto this narrow, long road with beautiful oak trees. Before long, a house comes into view. It was painted light gray and trimmed in mauve with a glossy, deep wooden door. It had plush green grass and a large oak tree out front, with a white swing attached to the tall, sturdy tree. Kita glances at Kenneth with that endearing twinkle of surprise in her eyes. "This Miss Arie is my home. I come here to relax or vacation when I don't feel like traveling."

My mother likes to keep everything beautiful, she really takes good care of the garden and the house by cleaning My friend she doesn't want to hire maids as she likes to do it by herself, The cleaning I mean. The roof of the house is painted in dark blue color, and the walls are painted white. They are made of woods, but not just any woods - they are made of iron woods, one of the strongest woods ever. When I asked my parents about how much they had spent just to have this house views, they don't really give me the exit answer, but I know it's really cost a lot My parents are hardworking people.

There was even a chair, a mirror with lights around it, and everything. Leaving the bathroom, I opened door number two in the bedroom. This one led to a walk-in closet that already had my clothes on one side and Owen’s clothes on the other. In all, we barely took up half the space. With not much in there, I moved on to the third and final door, which led out into a small hall. Across from the bedroom I was in was another smaller room with its own bathroom. This room was completely empty, and the bathroom wasn’t anything as fancy as the other rooms were, but it was still nice and way more than I ever thought I would have growing up. Leaving this room, I made my way down the small hall to a la

Congratulations again," he said and then left the office of the older alpha. Norman smiled again and started with his work; he wanted to finish soon to get home early and be with his little one. *** An Omega with pink hair was bored of watching TV, so he turned it off and stood up to give him a tour of the house. He saw every corner of the house; he realized that there were five rooms in total, three upstairs and two downstairs. The upstairs rooms had their own bathrooms, while downstairs there were only two, one near the bedrooms and the other for visitors. He went to the backyard and toured it in all its splendor. He was fascinated with the swimming pool and the living and dining room in t