Rumah Tak Kasat Mata Novels & Stories

“Whoa…” Ji-ho gasped as stared at Min-a's family house. It was literally a glass house, every wall had a next alternating window for the wall. The glass walls were tinted dark so you could barely tell the difference, especially at night. “I swear it is even bigger than I remembered…” She added, looking at the fountain sitting in the middle, giving it a weird look. “So like, what is the special thing about this house? Is there a secret passage to some underground secret lair? Or do you have those garage door flip thing that turns into-”

Instead, I was met with an unexpected rudeness. As I stood there, my eyes wandered over the mansion before me, and my jaw dropped. The grandeur was overwhelming. It was all painted white, the exterior gleaming in the sunlight. Both the interior and exterior featured transparent glass on either side of the building, opening up to a breathtaking garden filled with vibrant flowers. The transparent white glass complemented the trapezium structure of the entire building, making it look like a modern masterpiece. When Mom said she was going to do a little touching to the house, I was expecting it to be this breathtaking. I smiled.

it appeared the path they were taking led to a bell-shaped conservatory. It was odd to be in a house, littered with glass, when it was owned by a family of banshees. But Hikaru wasn't one to cast aspirations on anyone given she lived in a metal house and had a penchant for lightning escaping her when she was especially frazzled. "My mother said, 'Because I see death a lot, sometimes having a home with a view other than darkness is refreshing' end quote'", she stated. "Okay?"

When the vegetation became more spaced and the area began to give way to the land covered by a failed lawn, little by little a house was rising. It wasn't a mansion, but it was very close. It looked like a bungalow of a lost prince, or Tarzan's residence after earning a good fortune. The whole house was made of a shade of dark wood, which made it look like the dry leaves, whose roof slid down as if in an illusion that it was falling. If it were to count for each window, it would be easy to deduce that there would be at least ten rooms on that side, there should still be much more on the other. I realized that I was not the only one to show that I was perplexed, because Joseph and Julya even

Natalie I stepped into the house. It was quiet, unnaturally so. The kind of silence that feels padded, like a place meant to keep the world at arm’s length. Everything inside was sleek, modern, and clearly expensive. Clean lines. Cool tones. Nothing out of place. It was all new, curated. No signs of life, no mess, no warmth. Just perfection. Of course it was. The Nightclaws didn’t do disorder. They didn’t just own homes—they owned entire cities. Villages. Regions. A family like that didn’t rent out shabby safe houses.

Isolated. It was set back from the road, its angles so severe it looked like it had been dropped from orbit. There were no neighboring lights, no other houses, no signs of life except for the faint blue glow leaking from one or two windows. If you weren’t looking for it, you’d never know it was there. No visible cameras. Which meant there were cameras.

It is a sunny day, but the heat is not oppressive, but rather comforting. I focus on the meticulous and imposing structure that stands before us. The mansion we call the 'country house' rises majestically before my eyes, its greyish stone façade reflecting the sunlight in a muted way. The windows, neatly lined up, peek discreetly from the solid walls, like empty eyes that watch without expression. The design of the house is classic and sober, with straight lines and impeccable symmetry. There are no frills or extravagant details, everything is austere and functional. The simplicity of the structure reflects my own focus on efficiency and practicality.

“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.

This house isn't just fancy; it's like, 'We're so rich, we breathe money' fancy. The design? Insane. It's all sleek lines and giant windows, the kind you'd see in those movies where people live a life I can only dream of. And size? Let's just say it's less of a house and more of a 'we need binoculars to see the other end' kind of deal.

“Okay open your eyes.” They all opened their eyes and were all speechless. They were standing in front of an expansive ranch style house with a porch that seemed to wrap all the way around the house. It was painted white with blue shutters and a blue door. There were lots of windows throughout the front of the house. “What is this baby?” Jake asked as he grabbed her other hand. “This is our very own secluded getaway. The house is protected by mage witch powers so only those we select will ever know it exists and that includes the workers.”