Sometimes Home Isn't 4 Walls Mga Nobela at Kwento

**CHAPTER 2** It was never wrong when they said there's no place like home. Natasha finally returned home,and arising from her bed feeling so jiggy in the wee hours of the morning. Her bedroom was quite an extravagant space designed to reflect her luxurious lifestyle and personal tastes. The color scheme leans towards girly and elegant tones. The walls is adorned with textured wallpaper, featuring delicate patterns and floral motifs, adding a touch of sophistication.

The walls were adorned with beautiful artwork, and the floors were made of polished marble. As we walked through the house, I couldn’t help but notice the attention to detail. Every room was perfectly decorated, with not a single thing out of place. It was clear that Kai’s family had a deep appreciation for beauty and luxury. I didn’t know why Kai was hiding his identity—something I wasn’t sure if he would ever tell me.

I also understand why the alpha said that I would feel alone within the home. The house was made up of four bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a dining room. It also had a garden, not as huge as the one at the mansion. It was very small and filled with brightly colored plants in front of the home. I pictured myself sitting on the verandah and admiring their beauty with a cup of hot chocolate tea. The home was surrounded by a huge wall separating me and giving me privacy from the other homes next to me. I found out from Jeff that the place I'm staying at is a community for high-ranking wolves in the pack. And I'm now staying at the alpha home where he and his parents used to dwell before

Roommates could turn into something more with just the right spark. And what about when we broke up? I'd have to pack my bags and leave all over again, like last time. That had been humiliating enough. Maybe… not? I couldn't tell him that, though. Not when he was looking at me with such loving eyes. So instead, I said, "I'm really not picky about where I live. It's just a shelter for me to sleep under. There's no real difference between a big house and a small apartment." Even though his house was nearly 1,200 square yards, with five floors and eight rooms. And I'd still only be sleeping in one bed.

“This is about the house again, isn’t it?” I lean against the counter, crossing my arms. “We need a bigger house. We're having two little ladies coming in soon after all” She rolls her eyes. “This is the third house in six months.” “We keep outgrowing them!” I argue. “First, the condo was too small; it had just five rooms, then the last house had a driveway you didn’t like…” “It zigzagged! Who makes a driveway zigzag?” “My point is, we need space!” I gesture at the counter. “Look at this! We can’t even fit your cravings in one fridge anymore!”

Then when it is fully showed, I felt like I couldn't breathe by how astonishing it is. “Gosh.” I heard Tim uttered. It was breathtaking. The roof was made of glass with different kinds of flower on the sides of it-crawling to the center. The walls are also made of wood and I saw a familiar quote being hanged. 'Home is where the heart is.' I quickly faced Grandpa and he's looking at me like he already know what's inside my mind. He smiled at me and gave me a nod. “New home, Kathareen.”

Jeremy asked angrily. “You run away from home because you don’t want to leave the house? That’s ironic isn’t it?” Nadine asked with a frown. “Yes! So that I can show you that you’ll miss me!” Jeremy raised his voice. “Don’t raise your voice at me. You are not leaving the house, Jeremy. You are moving into a bigger place. Your own place. A very cool place.” “House Four is not cool Mom.” Jeremy disagreed. “Then make it cool. It is part of the rite of passage.” Nadine told him.

"We need a bigger bathroom," I mutter when I try to scratch an itch on my leg and I realize I can't bend over that much, "Bigger kitchen, too. This house is fucking tiny for a prince, Ash." "It's not fucking tiny," he rolls his eyes, annoyed, "It’s a four bedroom house. How big is yours, huh? And did you even have a house?" "Nope, I lived in different hotels around the world. None of them had such a tiny bathroom," I continue. And I keep thinking... if we had a palace, we'd have huge bathrooms. But that's only if we get our very own pack.

It reminded her of a woodland fairies fantasy home. It only had three walls; a kitchen area, a sitting area and a small hallway with two doors on the opposite side of it. She knew it was rooms. The lush green garden and the beautiful sounds she heard made her smile. She took her shades off and walked past to where the fourth wall should have been until she was standing under a roof looking out at the exotic flower garden before her. She unbuttoned her cream jacket then. She was delighted by the butterflies she saw flying around her. She loved this quaint, little home and wondered would her husband.

He genuinely was disappointed about the living arrangement as he was trying to create space for himself and his wife. I knew when they were building this house, and I wanted to buy it, but when I saw the layout, I changed my mind. I did not know what the owner was thinking about creating a place like this and calling it a mansion. For the building to qualify as a mansion, it should have at least twelve to sixteen rooms. Seven rooms hardly made the cut. I listened to Erik as he argued with Lord Netwon on the phone about the number of rooms in the house. Lord Newton said the house had thirteen rooms on paper, which was why he bought it; Justin said if he counted the unnecessary spaces reserved