Slow House Novels & Stories

Chapter 13 – Mathapelo’s Descent and Awakening The house was quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the distant hum of city traffic outside. Mathapelo sat in the dim kitchen, a half-empty wine bottle balanced on the edge of the counter. The children were asleep, the house seemingly calm, yet tension pulsed like a living thing in every corner.

I took a gulp and took the time to look around the apartment and realized that it didn't look like someone lived there. I guess it was because I spent most of my time in the basement. I took another gulp of beer and went to sit on the bean bag that served as furniture in the small living room. When I had gotten the apartment, I didn't mind the fact that it was small when I saw the basement. Who cares about a big bedroom or kitchen when I had enough space in the basement to get my work done, not that I had a lot of luggage in the first place and I didn't cook.

They got really tired, so stopped playing and gathered at a place, wiped their sweat. " Now, we have very less time left,just 20 days. We need to practice on Sunday too from now. " Captain said after taking 2-3 sips of water from the bottle. " Okay. We are ready. " rest of them replied. Parth and Darsh together left for their home. He reached home. He saw the tall building was still being painted. He looked at the painted building. The building was not less than a mansion. After painting, it was looking like a palace. He entered his house, put his shoes aside and went to his room for changing his uniform. He took bath because he was completely wet with sweat. His room was upstair. So after b

All Marsha knew—and wanted—was the embrace of a different kind of lover: the blackness of sleep; the comforting security of dreams. * * * By the time the anomaly in Mr Eley’s blood had been found, it was too late. It had already struck the teenagers at Middletown College of Technology and Arts, with waves of absences reported in classes. And those who did show up couldn’t keep their eyes open, some slumping across desks and having to be shaken before they’d wake up and pay attention. Senior lecturers suspected that there might have been yet another all-night rave over the weekend, but for so many of the students to be affected was unheard of. And they could get no sense out of those th

Emily nodded as she walked down the Hall still in her husbands embrace. ________________________________________________________ Going forward Michael will be Called Sam. "It's been two weeks can't I go home yet" Sam spoke in frustration " I feel fine I can walk, talk and piss when can I fucking leave" Sam bellowed at Doctor Jones. "Sam you have to realise you came in with severe head trauma. By rights it would take two to five years to completely recover but you have recovered fully in two weeks. This is unprecedented, we would like to run more tests" Before he could finish

he ordered and got back into his horse and rose out in speed. * * "The Master has returned" Lydia squealed alerting the girls, Galene who was deep in her sleep was also woken up by the incessant noise they made. She groaned and flipped to the other side of the bed covering her eyes to lessen the noise. Oh, she doesn't want any disturbances and she's so tired and want to sleep not hearing about war and the master all the time. "Can you please lower your voice here, some people are trying to sleep" she shrieked when the noises was becoming too much for her to bear.

this is what this dark room is. My trauma...

I was in a state of dumbfounded silence, as if someone had hit the mute button on my life. The irony of being rendered speechless at a time when I needed words the most! Before I could even begin to describe my shock with words. Winston clarified, "It will be a Contract marriage, and you will be paid generously at the end of each week. When the term expires in eight weeks, you will also be gifted with a luxurious apartment in the center of the Dorian coast."

"We're launching a new project at work. It'll ease up once this push is over." I pressed on. "When will that be?" He sighed, a trace of exhaustion creeping into his voice. "It's the middle of the night. What are you getting so worked up about?" "I just want to know the real reason," I said seriously. "How can we think about having a baby if we can't even sort this out?" "What does this have to do with having a baby?" He pulled his arm away and rolled onto his back, his tone turning hard. "Isn't the answer obvious? You're the only one I have. The real reason I come home late from work is that I'm working to make money."

Her blonde her rests around her face like a curtain and shields her features from view. "Rachel," I let out groggily. At once her face appears and snaps up to meet my own. She hurriedly scoots to me and tries to raise me up into a sitting postiton. I feel so weak. "It took awhile for it to wear off me. You should be fine soon," she whispers softly. I nod my head and take the chance to look around me. It looks like we're in a small basement. Nothing is placed in this room, but one single light bulb that hangs from the ceiling above giving off a soft glow. It must of been what I saw flickering earlier.