Novel & Cerita Rumah Oren

Manolya´s POV I sat in the old woman’s living room, the scent of fresh detergent mixing with the smell of black tea. The light brown baroque leather sofa and blue oriental rugs gave the room a timeless, worn elegance. Outside, the rain had stopped, but the air still felt heavy, the remnants from the storm hung damp in the air. The trimmed courtyard visible through the neat windows. Uncle Eren walked ahead with his relaxed swagger, like he already knew the deal was done.

My mother was patient. Oren had moved into the Council Hall permanently. Not as a prisoner or a resident by necessity. He had looked at the archive room, at the forty-seven documents from the sealed rooms and Sera's fourteen years of supplementary documentation and the ongoing flow of material from Fen's field work, and he had decided he was going to spend whatever remained of his life making sure it was properly organized and accessible and cross-referenced. He was eighty-one. He moved through the archive with the energy of someone who had found, late, the exact work they were designed to do.

AMAIRAH GARCIA'S POV: "There is her previous home." Amber looked at the map that Oren gave us marking the location of her house. We decided to start our interrogation from her home although Oren said that she had tried to ask people there but I decided to ask them again. They must have not liked her as she was the witch and all people living around there were humans. They wanted to get rid of her that's why they decided not to help her. "Somebody else is living here. The owner of this house gave the home to someone else in the next month of taking her away." I stated looking at the small hut shaped house with a small garden before it.

Ophelia curtly said her eyes narrowed. "All right, I'll have a glass of water," Onyx said, and Ophelia sighed as she let go of the door. Onyx's eyes were drawn to the contents of the little apartment as she walked to the kitchen. The design in the living area was simple and modest. The kitchen and small dining table were on the left, and the two doors on the other side, which he assumed were the bedrooms. Onyx's eyes lit up as he sat on the couch and Ophelia returned from the kitchen with a cup of coffee.

The dormitory is a row of 1-storey houses built close together, with old Western European architecture with a unique triangular roof. Brawen stood in front of Riven's house, lightly ringing the bell. Moments later, someone opened the door. Riven's shirtless body slammed into Brawen's face, vampire skin white, chest and abdominal muscles clearly visible in the dough skin. Brawen has nothing to worry about, after all, living with Owen for 40 years, it's not like I haven't seen him shirtless. She replied, "I'm here to give you the exercises. By the way, I want to invite you to go for a walk with me and Rosa."

Zoya asked. “Eren is hard to find, but Doctor Rin is quite a famous person. We can definitely find him,” said Jacob. *** "We've arrived, Eren," said Doctor Rin, pointing to a house on the edge of the lake. The house made of wood looks so beautiful. There is a large yard at the front of the house. The shady trees on the edge of the house add to the coolness of the area around the house. Eren parked Doctor Rin's car right in front of the house. They both immediately got out of the car.

Such a beautiful house. It was a cream-white house. It was not big and not small either. It was just the perfect size. For my broken heart. It looked nothing like Antonio's house. Except for the color. It had dark oak wood furnishing lined everywhere in the house. The door also had dark oak with two openings. The front porch was decorated with cute little lamps. The roof was the perfect shade of dark brown. The light oak was used for the floor on the front porch. There were no pictures inside but it was pretty so far.

“Aw, it’s not much. This node will replenish the power in less than an hour. Besides, you are going to have to conjure us up some food anyhow.” “What? You didn’t bring food?” Cain looked at Oren as if he had lost his mind, “Did you forget that I barely got away without getting my neck stretched?” “I’m sure you’ll never let me forget. All right, I will conjure. But remember, conjured food won’t sustain us for long. We will have to hunt for some real food.” “Of course, I remember.” Cain said. After a meal of roast chicken and mashed potatoes, Oren, Cain, and Loril sat by the fire, which Cain made for atmosphere rather than for warmth, and Oren took out his long stemmed, Church Warden, smoking

So she immersed herself in her silence and focused on the outside scene and what she could grasp with her enhanced senses. Orick was a small but a very livid village surrounded by Prairie Creek Redwoods forest. Most of the houses were built very far away from each other and some were built deep down in the forest. Neffie knew from the moment she first shifted that the wolves' houses were built in the woods to provide freedom and comfort for them.

Selena hurriedly greeted. Renea looked at the sofa, piled up with clothes, and found a place to sit. She scanned the whole house. The House was very small, just 80 square meters, with two rooms and one hall. The home store supplies in the houses were old. Some of them were even broken. “Renea have some water.” Selena said as she handed over the cup of water. “Thanks!” Renea took it. There was still dirt on the water cup that hadn’t been washed off either.