Sans House Novels & Stories

Give me a hundred! It’s opportune that the townhouses in this corner of Woodland Vista are still mostly unoccupied because of the sluggish real estate market. Colonel Anders can shout all he wants and nobody in the Homeowners’ Association would mind because they’re scattered all over the 300-hectare expanse. Of course it also helps that Camp Unplugged’s president is a VIP member and one of the revenue streams, if not lifeblood, of Woodland Vista.

Marcus The safehouse is barely more than a forgotten apartment over a boarded-up hardware store. No heat, no furniture except a sagging couch and a table with one broken leg propped on a brick. But it’s quiet and secluded. No prying eyes, no neighbors awake at this hour. Marrin paces like a caged animal, sweat beading on his forehead despite the chill that seeps through the cracked windows. Sophia sits forward on the dilapidated couch, notebook open, pen in hand, every inch the journalist even when the air smells like mildew and dust.

He has something up his sleeves and I’m going to find out what it is. When I got the call from Mrs. Trent, I drove over to Nathan's house, the house his parents got for him in the estate. The battle between Travis and Nathan is no secret in the Trent household. The elders always try to be just and fair in their judgments, that is why they got them the same house in the same estate. I spent the afternoon With Travis, but when I drove over to Nathans house, I found it uninhabited. The premises look deserted and unkempt. You could tell that no one lives in this house. If he hasn’t moved to this house, it simply means that he has another house in this estate that nobody knows about. I’ve kept t

He stood in the doorway in his pajamas, rubbing his eyes. "Mom? Dad? Why are you crying?" He walked in and stared at the tears on their faces, confused. "Did Lily come home?" He looked around, and a little spark of hope lit his eyes. No one answered. That spark dimmed slowly, then disappeared, leaving only fear and confusion. "Where is Lily? Why isn't Lily back yet?" Mom crouched and took his hands. Tears kept falling. "Noah, your sister... your sister went somewhere very far away."

As long as she focused and listened to my thoughts, she would get the exact score. Then she would crush me in public and secure the Foster inheritance. She slowly closed her eyes and gathered her attention. In the dead silence that followed, Sophie began to hum again, completely out of control. "Darling, hold my hand... "Jet 2 holiday... save 50 pounds per person..." For one instant, the entire venue froze. The crowd before the Harborfront screens froze too. Then the live-stream detonated. [Help! She's doing it again! Classic jet 2 holiday returns!]

Let's see how it goes. Other Side_ [Clinton's Mansion] In a huge room a very good looking handsome man was in his night suit sitting on a chair near his study table. Working on his laptop with full attention. Exactly this is only Noah Clinton, a very famous personality. But , the problem is his full mansion was filled with workers and maids. And so Noah lives alone in his huge mansion. As he was working on his laptop, a phone rang! Noah picked up the call while still he didn't leave his typing work on the laptop.

"How reassuring." Hana ignores the sarcasm. "ETA twenty minutes. The property is in the suburbs. Private. Guarded. No one knows about it except my most trusted team." "And me," I say. "And you." Hana's eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror. "Don't make me regret that." --- The safehouse is a farmhouse. I'm not joking. An actual farmhouse, tucked into a valley outside Paris, surrounded by fields and trees and absolutely nothing else. It's beautiful in a way that feels fake — like a postcard, like somewhere people go to pretend their lives aren't falling apart.

If youth seconds into the drive are you spotted a grey mansion ahead— my safehouse. I wasted no time jumping out of the car and helping Anita out. “Clayton, she exclaimed. “is this another of your properties? How come you own this place?” “Come inside Anita, there‘s a lot I have to say to you." I let her gape at the magnificence of the building for a few seconds before scooping her into my arms and taking her straight into the nearest living room. This was the only Grayson Owen property that wasn‘t on the luxury houses, magazine hadn’t been featured in movies and has no security cameras.

You trying to constantly wreck our nether regions? All I am trying to do is learn how to hunt as a vampire like Orion and Paxton. How to fight with my vampire side. But no these two want to be horny ass schoolgirls and get fucked all day. Like hello you two there's a war going on in 2 weeks! We have to go to bloody war not have a fuck fest! Horny Bitches! We heard that! You two were supposed to! "Love are you arguing with yourself again?" Hendrix says from behind me.

Third person POV It's been three days since the accident happened. It was found out that the dumb truck driver had drank too much alcohol while driving. It has also been three days since Alexander was on the hospital bed. His parents are really worried about him. He is still in an unconscious state. Good thing his life is not in danger anymore. While he is in coma his father took his position as the CEO of the company. His mother and sister visited him almost everyday and talked to him about how much they love him and miss the time spent with him..