Novel & Cerita Rumah Tak Kasat Mata

My jaw dropped as soon as the door opened. There was a very big staircase leading to the rooms of the house. It was really big on the inside and there was a living room on the right area and a mini bar on the left to unwind but there are so many curtains everywhere, it's a combination of black, dark blue and silver curtains covering the glass walls. Well, half of the house is made of glass but there is no shade of light, only darkness. "Welcome home, Mrs. Xiu, this is my hell," Rodney said I crossed my arms and bit my lip.

Keadaan sekitar cukup sepi, jika diamati tidak terdapat bangunan lain yang jaraknya dekat, hanya ada satu rumah yang nyaris sama, itu pun berjarak puluhan meter. Rio mengatakan rumah ini milik saudaranya yang lama ditinggalkan, tapi dirawat oleh orang suruhan, sehingga terlihat rapi dan bersih. Ia ingin memberi kejutan di hari ulang tahun Rena dengan suasana baru bernuansa romantis.

The glass wall of the house gave a perfect view of the horizon, meeting the mountains surrounding this place, a dark outline that gave me peace somehow. Now that I’m not mad at the world for lying to me, I got to enjoy the view of this safe house. In my head, I have pictured safe houses made of concrete walls that are hidden beneath thick forests or in deserted parts of the world. But this place is actually livable, a family-oriented design that meets both the purpose of a safe and residential home.

I take a bit as I walk forward, continuing my walk around the street. It is then that I notice the new house standing beside the Kali and Kacy’s warm, lovely abode. The unfamiliar house looks expensive on the outside, with the towering glass façade and high-end architecture. The modern paintwork and rich paneling set the structure above the rest, making it an odd man out amongst the neighboring houses around it. It’s stunning how this huge, opulent home has been built around our curb beside humble and simple homes.

Matheus looked away, lost in thought about his past. They arrived at a large white house, isolated in a remote neighborhood. The high wall and iron gate, crowned with sharp spikes, evoked a sense of imprisonment. The gate creaked open, revealing a gloomy courtyard. The house, with its dark windows and slanted roof, seemed to be watching them with vigilant eyes.

"This is amazing! Mom, look at that balcony! Can I pick my own room?" I laughed, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "Let’s get inside first." As we stepped through the front doors, I couldn’t help but notice the subtle but tight security features integrated seamlessly into the structure. Reinforced windows, discreet surveillance cameras, and what looked like a state-of-the-art alarm system. This was definitely designed as a safehouse. I let out a slow breath, allowing myself to relax slightly.

The house exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, with its pristine white walls and abundant glass windows that allowed natural light to flood the interior. The architecture of the house was modern and sleek, a testament to Amanda's refined taste and sense of style. The clean lines and minimalist design spoke of a contemporary aesthetic, perfectly complementing the surrounding landscape. As Sophia gazed at the house, she couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder. It was the kind of house she had only seen in magazines or on television, the epitome of a celebrity abode. The thought of being in such a luxurious space, even for a short while, filled her with a mix of excitement and gratitu

Rellis loves gardening and a big space in the forest would be her haven. I bit my lower lip and inhaled some air when I was already off Carter's Diavel. In front of us, there stood a huge two-storey modern house without any fence and with mostly glass walls as if thieves and other unexpected events don't bother them at all because the house really has no any kind of security.

Yes, our bank should feel light so he can give us money. Right. Right. I put a kind smile on my face. “What about trees? It would be nice to have a shade-” “It will just block the sunlight. Then there will be no room for warmth and light.” He said before looking at the side of the entrance. I slightly open my mouth in disbelief. I followed his eyes and saw a house made of glass. There are no guards standing outside of it. And how much I try to see what’s inside of it, all I can see is darkness.

no strategic silence meant to make me fill it. I set the glass down quietly, and finally took in the space around me. Roman’s house doesn’t look lived in. That’s the first thing I notice. It’s not empty, far from it. Every piece of furniture looks like it has never been used and was selected without intent. The space is almost sterile. Polished stone, glass, dark wood. There was also no evidence of habit, no sign that anyone wakes up here, forgets things, leaves something out of place.