Sans House Novels & Stories

But no. She had a very modern kitchen with expensive appliances. The only thing she had that could be considered witchy was a hanging wall garden nurtured through hydroponics. The house smelled of fresh herbs, making it even more cozy. Rhiannon was not much of a talker, so I just sat around her house and watched the news with her while time slowly dragged on. “Alpha’s coming,” Rhiannon suddenly mutters, and the front door bursts open. Damen strides into the room as if he owns the place, glancing around until his amber eyes land on me sitting on the couch. His expression is grim, and my heart sinks.

Baron followed silently behind me the entire way, occasionally glancing me up and down. I could feel his gaze sticking to me, but I acted as if he did not exist. After buying a few more daily necessities, I headed home with arms full of bags. As the competition drew closer, I started getting off work later and later. For once, Baron began picking me up and dropping me off again. That evening, just as we arrived home, loud knocking suddenly echoed from the door. Baron shot me a guilty look before rushing over to open it. Michelle stood there, voice trembling as she said, "Baron… The house was taken back. Sandy and I have nowhere to stay now. Can you let us stay here just for one night? I'll f

Sonia cut in sharply "Whether you like it or not,,, dad already bought the house and we are moving into it like in the next three hours" Dan said as they snorted. The rest of the journey was in silence as they plugged the ear phones into their ears. Actually,,,, the Houston's family are finally moving into their new house in Florizol. Mr Fredrick Houston bought a new duplex at Florizol and most especially,,, moving to Florizol will help him be close to his business. The kids are all so excited except Angela.

No matter what, since heaven had given me a second chance at life, I absolutely could not allow the tragedy of my previous life to repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering small home surveillance cameras online. In my previous life, when Megan first came to work in our home as a housekeeper, I had wanted to install cameras, but Daniel felt it would be disrespectful to someone living under our roof. Thinking back on it now, it was precisely because of our kindness that we had walked step by step into her trap.

"Ariel, come home with me." I stumbled from his pull, spilling my milk everywhere. Aiden immediately stood up, blocking my way and grasping Jeremy's arm. "Mr. Yeager, please let go. We're in a hospital." Aiden's voice was authoritative. Jeremy looked at him coldly. "I'm bringing my wife home. An outsider like you has no right to interfere." "Outsider?" I forcefully pulled my hand away from Jeremy's and looked up at him. "Jeremy, where were you last night when my dad needed the deposit for the ICU? What did you say when I begged you to transfer that 12,000 dollars to me?"

"I'm a warrior. I can protect you and our family. I have the ability, and I can start over. Just give me five years—no, three years…" "Sir, we pay taxes to the Wolfen Kingdom, and there are stronger warriors protecting us." Noah suddenly appeared from nowhere, casually wrapping his arm around my waist, nearly scaring me. Noticing I didn't resist, Noah winked at me before giving Lucas a disdainful look. "And what makes you think you can start over? Is it your criminal record, the time you spent in prison? Or the fact that you don't even have a place to live here in Wolfen Kingdom?

We walked into the pack house hand in hand. Today, the pack house is unusually clean. I can only smell flowers and food, not sweat. There's no one inside of the house. Eaton walked us to the backyard again and I could already see the crowd. Everybody is waiting there. The hugeeee backyard is almost full with people. Not everyday that normal werewolves get invited into the pack house. I mean, it's so crowded that I think maybe it's the whole pack right here.

Serafina hadn't been to this estate since her wedding day, and even looking at it now, a wave of nostalgia hit her. It was a beautiful mansion with cream walls and Greek columns, windows on almost every side, and was generally surrounded by well-kept lush green grass and flowers, but given the snowfall, it was surrounded by fields of white. Unlike Salvatore's estate, it was much smaller and had only two floors with a single basement. Being rectangular in shape, it wasn't divided into wings, but there were certain rooms which had been kept closed off to the public when the Costa's resided here.

I asked curiously. "Welcome to the storage room where all the furniture and various things Madam Amelia doesn't like but refuses to let someone drive out to a dump. She continues to load up this room as new furniture is shipped in from who-knows-where." Oh, that's nice. I wondered if she let anyone leave the mansion, aside my from parents possible assassin, that is. And without a computer or a phone, how did she get things shipped in? "Oh, what do we have to do here?" I asked after a brief coughing fit from inhaling the smoke.

The entire place looked less like a home and more like something built for people with dangerous amounts of money. The car finally stopped and silence settled heavily. I stared up at the mansion slowly. “What the hell…” Victor opened his door first. “Welcome to the Kane estate.” I stepped out carefully. The night air felt colder here somehow. The front doors opened before we even reached them. I froze slightly. Nobody stood there. The doors had opened automatically. Yeah. Definitely haunted billionaire behavior. Inside somehow looked even more expensive. The floors gleamed beneath soft lights while massive windows overlooked darkness outside.