Sometimes Home Isn't 4 Walls Novels & Stories

she asked. “Home.” He answered curtly. “I can go myself.” She tried to argue. “Don’t try to argue with me Red, I’m taking you home and that’s final.” He stated walking out the door, she had never seen him be so serious before. “I don’t think you should keep him waiting.” Aiden said from behind her. “Right.” She muttered under her breathe and stepped outside the house. The front porch was all cleaned up and cleared off all plastic cups and bottles, the grasses looked like they’ve never housed horrible things that came out from people’s mouth.

There was no way I could do it all myself, considering I was pregnant and all. The house was a small, red bungalow with a tiny chimney at the top. The roof was brown, and had wavy lines drawn from one end of the roof to the other. The walls of the house was painted red, and even though I was told that the house was old, I found that the brick walls were still very strong and sturdy. The windows were what I liked about the house the most, the house didn't have too many windows. The living room had two windows, the two rooms had one each and the kitchen had one too. I loved the cozy, home like feeling the house gave me, unlike Adam's huge house where I almost needed a map to find my way throug

Everything else — everything we needed. But something shifted in her expression. “No… not like this.” She muttered and her brush changed direction, moving faster now. Home — home has a place to play, more than four walls. A hall wide enough to play football. To chase laughter. Watch the stars — something to make everything flow. Connect. Breathe. Trees, nature. Beige. Sand. This… “This place will make so much sense, facing…”

Stan says as the mega-mansion comes into view. My mouth drops open dramatically, and Stan chuckles. "I know. But the inside is very homey. It doesn't feel empty or too spaced out. The rooms aren't so big that it feels like a hotel either. In fact, most of the bedrooms are sixteen feet by sixteen. It's the living areas that are on the bigger side," Stan says, and I look at him with wide eyes.

I Can't Help How I Feel About Him “I really don't understand how a house this big can only have one room. What then are the remaining spaces in the house for? A big hall?" I asked him still shocked that he claimed that this house only had a room. “Well, technically, I don't literally mean that the house has just one room.” He replied. “Then, what do you mean?” I asked.

Adrian and Noah's POV The smell of fresh paint hung in the air, mingling with the sound of hammering and the soft laughter of our children playing just outside. Our home had always been a sanctuary, a place built from love and determination, but as our family grew, so did our dreams. It had been a quiet conversation at first, one whispered between kisses late at night as we lay tangled in the sheets, talking about the future. The idea of expanding our home was born not just out of necessity, but out of desire, a longing to create more space for memories, for growth, for us.

“Then why the whole ‘Mona LeWoofa’ thing? That was traumatising.” He shrugged, unbothered. “Keeps people away. You’d be amazed how many folks lose interest when they think you’re some weirdo with a house full of wolf pin-ups. But this,” he gestured grandly at the room around us, “this is the real deal. Welcome to my actual home.” I looked around again, still trying to adjust to the sudden change. The purple walls were lined with shelves full of neat little boxes, and in the center of the room stood a large table.

I asked him from the bottom of my heart. I had been kept within the four walls of Oden's family home my entire life. That's not to say that the space in the home isn't enough, because it is. This home is big, beautiful, and everything that I could ever want is available. There's three different kitchens, there's four indoor theatres, two indoor pools, four living rooms, three dining rooms, a basketball court and a game centre. It was a home that was built for the Huxx family, with 15 bedrooms and 20 bathrooms.

I never knew kids needed that much fucking room. No wonder my parents had a mausoleum, with three of us they'd needed the space apparently. I'd always thought my house was a decent size; five bedrooms and four bathrooms seemed like enough to me. But now there's talk of knocking down walls to make room for a nursery and shit. How much fucking room could he need? I've seen those things and they barely fit on my arm. What the fuck? She looked around at the child safe playpen, the safety hooks for the kitchen cabinets, and all the other shit I had spread out on my worktable. I'd bought safety gates for the upstairs and the stairs leading down to the basement and there was a whole lot of other sh

Mama said, so I went upstairs. I entered my room, Ahhh, I miss my place. I’m doing all my stuff here, I haven’t been home for four years, my world revolves around working far from my home, I’ve always had a lot of things running through my mind, when I got my first job, I struggled with my bills, the apartment, my food, I was alone, and being able to go home makes me feel calm and relaxed.