Rumah Oren Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“You two are quite the team.” Marissa's house is a cozy, welcoming haven nestled on the edge of the forest. The exterior is quaint, with a rustic charm that fits perfectly with the surrounding wilderness. The wooden structure is painted a soft sage green, with white trim around the windows and doors. A wraparound porch adorned with potted plants and a couple of rocking chairs invites visitors to sit and enjoy the tranquil scenery.

Orion felt sorry for the guy, but not enough to put a stop to what they had to do. The house itself was a two story, long building made of gray concrete and glass. It was as if a skyscraper architect had decided to make a home. Even the windows had that same reflective sheen. Which meant they wouldn't need to worry about eyes on the street or in the garden watching them. "Bye," Milan said over her shoulder with a finger wiggle.

“Uncle, floor it! The sea is calling and Pelin is already vibrating with excitement.” Uncle Eren chuckled, adjusting his grip on the wheel as we navigated the narrow streets toward Pelin’s apartment. Her place was a sight I never got tired of seeing. The Ottoman design, with its rustic wooden beams and stone features, gave it a timeless charm that suited her perfectly. It was a spacious, airy apartment with three rooms and high ceilings that seemed to hold onto the scent of old paper and incense.

She briefly mentioned that they were going to fitch something from a friend's house then return to the previous one. When Zachary opened the door, all lights automatically turned on. Irene walked behind the two young men as she scanned her surroundings. As could be seen from the outside, the house was built in modern design, the interior was wide and the decorations were elegant, mostly white and grey colours. Irene didn't know if it was her illusion or what, but this overly clean house looked somehow gloomy. While in her thoughts, a melodies female voice came from under her feet. " Master, welcome back "

I stand in the doorway, with a stupid smirk on my face. "Ana, I'm done let's go, "she said while putting on lipstick "yeah, and I'm the one how's going to make you late. Right mum?" I said still smirking she is going to take over an hour but whatever. After forever we are finally here in that Ora's house. They have a very nice house. Their living room is bigger than ours, but that is because they are not two persons.