The Dutch House Kindle Novels & Stories

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

"I swear, I really didn’t do anything to betray Vivian. And Mom and Dad both know this. It’s impossible for me to have a child." Great-Uncle Harold’s gaze sharpened. "So you’re saying the housekeeper somehow became pregnant with Danny’s child out of thin air?" As unbelievable as it sounded, we still nodded. Great-Uncle Harold narrowed his eyes. He turned his head and stared fixedly at Daniel, but I noticed he wasn’t really looking at him. It was more like he was looking at his back. Everyone was startled by Great-Uncle Harold’s behavior. Daniel didn’t dare move at all.

She had imagined the Duke to be a person who enjoyed luxurious ambience but the room depicted such simplicity that she really felt calm in her heart when she stepped into it. The room was huge and divided into two sections. The bedroom was hidden away by a pair of folding doors, while the outer section was a seating area. There was also a comfortable armchair with the wall next to the window installed with a floor to ceiling bookshelf. The bookshelf however, was empty and Melissa looked at Duke Kensington with a questioning look. “That’s designed solely for you.” He said while walking closer to her. “But…” Melissa paused, remembering something. “What’s wrong?” The Duke realized her hesitancy

She couldn't comprehend, the harder she attempted, the tougher it became. “Am I?” Danica asked her. She walked towards the entrance. “Come.” Danica urged before slotting in the keys, she twisted it and pushed the door backward, it opened revealing the stunning house that was lit up by the crimson light of the chandeliers hanging above their heads.

“If you like it, it can be ours.” “It’s really big.” Rye said as she stepped out of the car. She looked up at the large pale-yellow two-story Dutch colonial house. The blue front door was set back about six feet in the center with benches on either side. A decorative white railing ran along the whitewashed wooden porch which ran the length of the long house. On the left end, there was a sunroom with a deck above it. The other end had an addition and a covered walkway leading to a detached garage in the same style as the house. Both had dormers for the second-floor windows.

Father had an uncharacteristic soft spot for his heredity, so everyone else had to suffer because of it. Jon pulled up at Michael Dutch’s house. It was a crumbling brick affair, a thrown together cheap structure, shoved at the very back of a dead end street. The cement stairs to the front door were bare. The iron railings, embedded in the stone, had been twisted off years ago. A barebones carport, just a roof and poles to hold it up, lay to the right, with a beat up truck missing the front tires underneath. The truck’s forward plate dangled by a single stripped-out bolt.

It wasn't till I reached the end that I saw it. Mrs Danbury’s house wasn't quite what I was expecting. It didn't look scary or haunted. In fact, it felt quite homely. It was a small cottage made of clay with palm fronds tied together for a roof. By the side of the hut, there was a small clearing where she had some herbs planted. As I moved closer to the bamboo door, it opened. I took a step back. “Come in dear” I heard the old lady's voice from inside.

A little less than an hour later and a whooole lot of bad thoughts and different scenarios of how she would dismember the man who convinced her mother to move, she found herself at the address given to her by her mother. 'It's nice... Really nice..' Daphne grumbled. She didn't have any idea what kind of man that charmed her mother, but clearly he wasn't doing too bad. It was a beautiful two story home that had to be at least five to six thousand square feet. A nice brick path led from the side of the road up to the porch of the house large Doric styled columns lined the front of the house with large windows on either side of the doors.

He shouts back, “Okay, My Love. I’ll be up in a minute.” Ash nods, but rubs at his face. “How does this house work?” Kai asks looking around, Ash also takes it in now he’s not in pain it was an interesting house. The structure looks like an old cottage, stone built with small windows and a Dutch-door that opens in two halves, top and bottom. A brick-built chimney, with a flagstone hearth. The floors are wooden, but look to be in perfect condition. The furniture is mostly more modern, but there are still some older pieces.

It was a home that promised lessons, challenges, and secrets, all waiting behind those towering doors. The sweet scent of patchouli and sandalwood greeted Danny as he stepped inside. The house was stunning, a blend of elegance and history, every corner adorned with artifacts and colorful tapestries that hinted at stories long past. Low leather couches were arranged around an intricately carved round table—water buffalo carved in a circle, their horned heads supporting the wood-and-glass top.