Rumah Oren Novels & Stories

The white and freezing snow is dropping majestically and softly down in a rusty and wrecked roof of a house. It was small and built-in pieces of metals, woods, and a thick and dull color cloth that was all found in the junkyard. Inside the shallow hole on the ground located at the center of a certain room of a wrecked house. The light flickered in red and orange. Ember glows and sparkled from the small pieces of dried woods that were rapidly consumed by an aggressive fire. This made the room temperature warm.

Raleigh My name is Raleigh. I'm 18 and the current talk of Erondale. There have been numerous murders of girls that look similar to me; raven colored hair and green eyes. I have a wolf, also, though not all of the murdered girls have one. I didn't know that I had one, though. It was something that just changed about me. Well, I say changed, but really it's been here with me all along. My mother hid it from me.

“Whose property is this, if I may ask?” “It belongs to old man Bernie, he use to breed horses in his glory days but then suddenly it all ended. Come over here, look there” Leonardo pointed his index finger at the small ranch house. Aurora was not shocked to find that the exterior of the house matched the properties look; the house was small with a front porch, grey paint falling off and the wood decaying. “I know it doesn’t look like much and not what you are used to but it is one of the few places where I feel most at home” Leonardo’s admission had come as shock to her.

Orean bring there stuff to the room he will have to chose. “Hello, is this where Jhonia” “Yes, please come in.” Crissian cuts off Nielle and said, stepping aside for her to enter. “Hey!!! Oh my God! Is this something kind of get away mansion for the rich, this house is?” Nielle asked? After entering and saw the huge living room. “It's like a ball room, in here Jhonia, congratulations on buying this... I don't know what to call it other than a castle house version.”

It was a place they could visit to get away from the coven when the Omega wanted to visit his home. The Omega lay nearly naked, lying on a bed in a room surrounded by curtains on three sides with a retractable ceiling, letting the sun shine on his body. All the curtains were closed except one facing the rocky mountain with a split in the center, giving Roman a small peek at the ocean behind it.

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.

“There’s somewhere I want to show you.” They walked deeper into the woods until a clearing opened. In the center stood a cabin unlike any worn-out hideaway. Clean timber walls, wide windows, a stone chimney, and a small garden already showing the first green shoots of herbs and wildflowers. Orion led her up the steps and unlocked the door. Inside, the space smelled of cedar and old books. A living room with a deep couch faced a stone fireplace. Soft rugs covered the floor. Beyond an open doorway, a bedroom waited with a wide bed and pale linens.

He glanced at her and caught her looking and she wanted to blush. At ten forty, they reached their destination. Claire’s home was a modest, cozy-looking concrete two-storey house, situated in a lot probably measuring around one hundred square meters. It was painted light green, probably to complement the beautiful plants, some of them on the ground, some hanging, that littered the small front yard. A fence with a small gate secured the front of the house. Soren had been here once, Claire told her, but stayed only for a few minutes.

he chirped. The scent of cinnamon hit her nose as the toasty scent of coffee floated in the space. Myra was more than surprised by the omega's male home layout, which included a dark oak beam across the ceiling and a small chandelier that lit up the space in a warm tone. The curtains were all closed, but Myra could still admire the sleek design of his somber-toned home and a comfy nude brown sofa with a coffee table where a freshly made mug steamed. "...look, Jorah, yesterday I—”

They trudged out of the woods and slowly started a conversation. The O'Connor mansion was a three-story building with red walls and a field surrounding it. A fountain stood in the middle of the premises covered with exquisite craftsmanship and perfectly sculptured fishes surrounding the center with water gushing out of their mouth into the pool. Behind the building were two wooden cabins and a cottage. One of the cabins served as a workshop while the other served as a store room. The cottage was for relaxation and privacy. Roses surrounded the bottom of the fountain making it look more enthralling. Opposite the fountain was the entrance door. Tall, huge, strong, and black. The entrance led t