Sans House Novels & Stories

XANDER. The day was perfect. Nadine and I spent the whole day together until it was time to go home, only for us to realize that Hanna had no gas on her stove and that the house had no electricity. We thought it was cut off when Hanna left, but Nadine saw a disconnection notice from four months ago. They’d been living without electricity, and I wondered how they would survive the colder nights.

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.

The safehouse wasn’t much. A rotting farmhouse nestled at the edge of obscurity—forgotten, crumbling, untouched by time or mercy. Shutters hung limp from rusted hinges. Wind whispered through the slats like ghosts trading secrets. Alaric didn’t care. It had walls, a roof, and distance. That was all he needed. Victoria hadn’t said a word since they abandoned the truck. Her hand brushed his when they climbed the fence, but she pulled away like he burned her.

Lucas stood on the bridge and stared out at the ocean blankly, looking as though he had lost his soul. When one of the search and rescue workers noticed the odd look on his face, they came over to chase him away. "Sir, this is the scene of an accident, so unrelated individuals need to leave." Complexion deathly pale, Lucas turned to them and said, "I'm Lucille's husband. Has my wife not been found yet?" The worker checked the information he had before uttering in a confused tone, "That can't be right. Ms. Lucille Monroe is listed here as unmarried. She doesn't have a legal spouse."

When Caspian heard the news, he was overjoyed, like a kid on Christmas morning. Slowly but surely, peace returned to our lives. Sophia and Jason, on the other hand, no longer had any place in our lives

"I'm just so devastated. I just got dumped, and Isla is being so cruel to me. I feel like I want to die." Hannah shot me a venomous glare as she came out of the break room. "Picking on a newbie—real classy. What goes around comes around." … I purposely worked late until eight. When I packed up to leave, I realized my house keys were missing. I searched every drawer and my bag—nothing. I figured I'd call the property manager and a locksmith once I got home. When I reached my door, I noticed it was cracked open—unlocked. My heart sank. A bad feeling washed over me.

Evan nodded, eyes lit up. Hopeful. Greedy. "That's him. If we get a foot in with Ainsworth Corp, we go even higher." He smiled. "He's famous for spoiling his wife. Wonder who got that lucky." *** While everyone was still buzzing, the auction manager rushed in with security, faces tight. "Excuse me—has anyone seen a woman with a six-year-old girl?" The noise spiked. Someone connected the dots fast.

When Bella walked out instead, he'd be smiling just the same. Call it my wedding gift. I had another one, too. For my father and his precious mistake. The cab turned the corner. My eyes went cold. I hit the remote. The blast ripped through the air. The Leone mansion went up in flames. The fortune my mother bled for? It would never belong to that cheating bastard or his daughter. *** Third-Person POV Meanwhile, Marco waited, tight as a wire—then froze. The bride stepping out wasn't Lara. It was Bella.

About two hours and many sore muscles later, the trio collapsed on the floorboards of the living room, underneath a rather small but very effective ceiling fan. “Now that that’s over,” Gabriele uttered, barely audible, “we can go over the legal process of this unholy cohabitation.” “Ugh…” Santiago groaned. “Keep your legal practices to the side, Gabriele. I’m famished enough to eat a horse.” “Unfortunately, all I have here are sandwiches,” she mumbled unapologetically. “Without horse meat, of course. Lola? You good?”

My room back home is actually bigger than this. My eyes fall on the window which has no blinds or nets or protection. Just long rusty bars like those of a prison cell and right outside it lays a bush.. A really thick bush. So thick I won't consider jumping into even if I find a way past that window. Are these people mad!? A snake could have easily come in here and killed me over night!. I finally decide to look to my right on the other side of the room which I haven't looked at since I woke up.