Sans House Novels & Stories

“Hey, your house is like a garbage museum.” “I went on my friend’s engagement party in a rush!” I explained. “Chandler abducted me the night of the party. So, I did not have the time to go back here and clean,” I added, putting my dirty clothes on the rack. Pile of sweats trickled down on my back, wetting the fabric. “Don’t you have maid to clean your house when you are not alone?” Brett asked me. What? Excuse me? “She’s living in a small apartment. I don’t think she has the money to pay the maid,” Adam answered.

He tried to be serious and shook his head. "I'm not afraid of ghosts. Maybe you are?" I added before taking his hand away and walking away. I immediately felt him on my back but I didn't look at him. I looked at the mansion again. The old house really looks scary. That's why it's surprising that no one even took this property. This is an asset that can also be monetized. They could have even developed a hotel here. Does the owner have no relatives? They should have retained it's beauty. It would have been a good spot for the resort and then it just ended up like this.

I wake on the soft sheets of Max’s bed. Letting out a sigh, I sit up and stretch. For the last two weeks, I’ve been waking up in Max’s bed. He has slept on the couch since the incident with my mother. I hate how much it affected me. It isn’t that I’m afraid of being alone; it is that my room is close to the door leading to the terrace. I’m worried that Rex will find someone in jail to hurt me or Max.

I signed up for some classes, made new friends. When I've got time, I help Claire out and cook up something nice. She keeps telling me not to overdo it. Slips me cash, says, "Go treat yourself." I ended up staying for two months straight. Can't lie—I bet Janet was losing her mind without me there. *** Third-Person POV The apartment was empty. Just Janet left. Asher recovered and moved out with his classmates. Without Harlan holding everything together, the place fell apart. Dirty laundry stacked up everywhere. The sink was crammed with dishes, the air sour and stale.

Who wouldn’t? “Stop teasing me Maru! Just go to the dining area I’m almost done with this dish.” “What a snob. Just give me a kiss then.” My eyes widen when he turn me to face him and gave me chasing kiss. “I’ll be going to the dining room then my lovely wife.” He said then gave me a quick kiss. I was left dumbfounded. *** Because of the heavy rain, we’ve decided to just stay in the rest house. We just stay in the living room and watch some movies. I love horror that’s why we chose go watch "Insidious 3.”

After all the paperwork was finalized, Brad and his family were finally released. I could not resist asking, “Where did you get the million? Did you take out a loan?” “It’s none of your business!” Brad’s tone was arrogant and laced with something cryptic. “Wendy, you’re heartless, ungrateful, and disloyal. You will end up paying for it in the end.” I rolled my eyes. “Lunatic.” I temporarily moved into a hotel. The damage to the apartment was so severe that every time the agent brought potential buyers to view it, they were scared off by it looking like a crime scene. The place remained unsold.

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.

He stroked his chin in a dramatic manner, clicking his fingers. Nicholas: wait… a hookup! Of course… But shoot — I had been so distracted by your beauty, Sam, I had pressed the wrong password to lock the front door a few times. It’s a smart house; it locked us in and cut off the Wi-Fi for 24 hours in case it’s an intruder. I groaned. Me: then just turn it off! It’s your house! He sighed dramatically. Nicholas: I would have, but I can only do that with my phone — which is in the car, OUTSIDE the house.

Havermouth, Present Time, 1.5 weeks after Retaking Havermouth From the Van Helsings Aislen took a moment to stare up at the farmhouse, one hand resting on the car door. It was the direct opposite to the river house, she thought, closer to the modern gleaming vampire safehouse with its sleek lines and stretches of glossy mirrored glass. There was something soulless about it. It felt unlived in and unloved even from outside, despite being meticulously maintained.

Hans chuckled. He made his way towards the back of the house where he could enter from into the security lodge within the house. There were some things he wanted to talk to his men about and he knew that it was best he began with it now as Connor was talking with Annah. Inside their cozy living room, Annah had been anxiously awaiting Connor's return. The weeks without him had been filled with restless nights, unanswered texts, and lingering worries. She had spent many hours contemplating their relationship, wondering why they had drifted apart over something as inconsequential as that. Her heart ached with the pain of not knowing what had gone wrong.