Slow House Novels & Stories

There was something exciting about the unknown. The basement of the house was only partially finished, with rooms fashioned from the least expensive building materials that a bunch of college guys could get away with. Chloe thought it felt like being in a cave, but at least it was a little bit cooler than the cramped party upstairs. The stereo was still booming loud downstairs, the bass thumping through the ceiling and resonating against the concrete floors.

- I say with a soft smile on my face “Hurry up” - he says and I stand up walking to the bathroom that is across the hall. We are in a pretend house inside a bunker. I don’t know exactly where the bunker is but I know it’s being protected by spells. And that’s why I can’t link with Leon.

The safehouse was quieter during the day. It wasn't empty. There were always men moving through the hallways, their quiet, expensive shoes clicking against the parquet floors. But the frantic energy of the weekend had bled out, leaving a tense stillness that made it easier to listen.

I got to Devon's house and I hurriedly parked in his driveway. I went to the door and found the door ajar. I push it and heard voices, Devon's voice, it's as if he was talking to someone. the house was a mess, whisky and beer bottles were scattered on the table, but what caught my eyes were the pill bottles sprawled at the table I went near it and picked it up they were Diazepam. My heart was racing, I felt the cold air sweep through me. "Devon?!" I shouted. Suddenly, he stopped talking I went around and saw him in his backyard by the pool holding a bottle of beer. He was sitting at the lounge chair looking like a mess.

"What are you doing? How dare you touch me! Don't tell me you think I'm as useless as Cynthia that I'd kiss up to rich people?" I couldn't help laughing as I watched her lost in her own world. If I remembered correctly, this was her classic "play hard to get" move. She had learned it from that book, "Caught the Billionaire's Heart", which claimed that rich men liked fragile, delicate women. Vera was clearly trying to follow that path. Sean frowned impatiently. "Ms. Hawthorn, if I'm not mistaken, this is a private ward. Cynthia needs rest. Please leave immediately." Vera, stung by humiliation, crossed her arms and fixed me with a sharp look.

After being discharged from the hospital, I returned home. Linda sprawled on the couch, her arm covering her eyes. She looked utterly defeated. "Did you set everything up, Lewis?" she asked, her eyes showing a hint of desperation. I knew her life had been tough during my time in the hospital. While I was away, some of the team members I had nurtured decided to leave. As they departed, the Chancers Corporation started falling apart. The corporation seemed on the brink of collapse, and internal problems were tearing it apart.

Paul said again and I tried crawling towards the stairs. I had a good memory so if I just crawled straight ahead I would be heading up the stairs and that was what I needed to do,he could say all the garbage he wanted to go upstairs. "They meant nothing to me, it was just a game and none of your family members were killed except for the old lady". Paul said as I heard the floor crack,he was coming towards me. He didn't know how to be quiet,this old house was really not the best place to hide.

I am certain that some of them are grateful for my failures as they have been eyeing the title. I grab my black shirt and throw it over my grey sweatshirt, arranging my hair in the mirror. What's the use of being 5'11 at fifteen, having ocean blue eyes, and feeling worthless? I don't think I'm the only one that feels like trash but has the looks of Adonis. As I head to the council room, the entire packhouse is eerily quiet. Not a soul is found anywhere, apart from the guards at their spot. I was expecting the council room to be filled to the brim, but it's not. Just the seven council members dressed in all black sitting in the imperial hall in their usual circle.

The man who had sped past us was now beside our car, the traffic jam putting everyone at a standstill. "No vex o. My wife just gave birth, twins I hear. I'm rushing to the hospital," he apologized. "Oh! Congratulations man," Pete smiled, immediately switching to the sweet, lovable personality Aria adored. "Bros, congrats," she smiled. He waved at them then spend off once the road cleared. "Babe, maybe you should close the windows. Before another aboki splash us dirty water," she advised. He nodded, pressing the button and the windows slid back up.

The walls seemed to close in, the cracks in the paint and the constant dripping of the faucet reminding me of just how far we’d fallen. It wasn’t much—two small rooms, peeling floors, and an old, beat-up couch that sagged in the middle. It used to feel like home, but now it just felt like a trap. A place where every problem, every mistake, hung heavy in the air. I watched my father at the kitchen table. His head was down, his hands buried in a mess of bills. He looked worn out, beaten by life, his face tired and drawn. He had gotten older, faster, in the past few months, and I hated seeing him like this.