The Good House A Novel Novels & Stories

“I know that whatever drove you out into this rain without a coat must have cut deep. And I know that look in your eyes, little wolf. It’s the look of someone wanting to burn their own world down.” “Maybe I do,” I whispered, the alcohol making me dangerously honest. I leaned my elbow on the bar, tilting my head toward him. “I was just a foolish, submissive wife. I thought if I cooked the perfect dinners, kept the penthouse clean and stayed quiet, my husband would eventually look at me like I mattered. Turns out, I was just a cover. A pretty shield to hide his real life.” The stranger didn't interrupt me. His expression simply hardened, his dark eyes tracking the movement of my lips with a he

“There’s no one else here, so most of the time, we’ll be eating out,” Alvin remarked as they stepped into the house, his voice resonating through the high ceilings of the spacious foyer. Patricia’s eyes wandered around the room, drinking in every detail of the grand, yet tastefully designed space. The polished wooden floors reflected the soft, golden light filtering through the tall windows, while the walls, adorned with elegant artwork, added a touch of sophistication to the home. The air was thick with the scent of aged wood and faint traces of lavender, giving the house a cozy yet refined atmosphere. The antique furniture, each piece meticulously crafted and preserved, hinted at the home’

*** Being at his house was an uncomfortable thing for me because a flurry of emotions filled my mind; Guilt, fear, curiosity, dread, and anxiety - So many things made me uncomfortable, especially the fact that I was away from my father and alone with this man. His house, which shouldn't have surprised me, was one of the biggest I'd ever seen, it was no small feat calling it a mansion in comparison to my father's two-bedroom home above the store. The walls surrounding his house stood twenty feet around in ivory white and elegance and the entire estate reminded me of the backdrop of a fairytale. Thick rugs, elaborate decorations, and polished marble floors. Everything radiated elegance down to

"She won't be done 'til morning. Jobs are hard to come by these days—she's too scared to step out of line." With that, Mr. Gabelman started tearing at Madison's clothes. "Don't you want to know what it feels like doing it in someone else's home?" Mr. Gabelman's bloated body looked absolutely repulsive on camera. They went from the living room to the master bedroom—didn't even separate to shower. I nearly threw up watching it.

My vision was still foggy from the anesthesia's lingering effects as I squinted, attempting to acclimatize to the intense lighting, and moved my gaze about the room. On the bedside table, within arm's reach, just a stretch away, was a newspaper with bold, captivating headlines that instantly grabbed my interest. The words sprang from the page, slicing through my foggy daze with cruel clarity. I was taken aback by the unexpected headline that read: "Mr. Sherman Colton Abandoned by His Second Spouse."

"She’s the bridge. She doesn't need you to own the world. She needs you to provide a world. Even if that world is just a three-bedroom house with a leaky faucet and a lawn that needs mowing." Clara leaned in, her forehead touching Julian’s. "The Reader didn't look away because they stopped caring. They looked away so we could have a Private Life. A life where the 'Auditor' isn't a god, but just a bill collector. A life where the 'Romance' isn't a plot point, but a choice we make every morning when we wake up in a room that doesn't smell like White Jasmine." The Final Dividend: The First Night They reached the house two blocks away. It was a modest, white-sided cottage with a porch that creak

Samantha wakes up to the sound of birds chirping outside Adam's window. She turns her head and sees Adam sleeping peacefully next to her. Memories of the previous night flood her mind, and she feels a mix of guilt and excitement. She slowly gets out of bed, careful not to wake him up, and quietly dresses. As she stands by the door, she takes one last look at Adam's bedroom, feeling a pang of sadness. She wishes things could be different, but she knows she can't stay. She walks out of the room and closes the door behind her, tiptoeing down the stairs.

***** Two Weeks Later Emily carried Aaron out of the car and walked with Dorothy and Ruth into the main building I of the new Mansion that Gabriel recently bought. "You said it was a small house, you must be kidding me! The Mansion is big, it's really big! it's just not as big as the one we left,"Dorothy muttered as she looked around the white.... dominated Mansion Emily was still stunned and just walked in silence. Not far in front of them,Gabriel was seen walking with his mother. "Has Gabriel's mother making small talk with you? i mean there is no more reason for her not to accept you as her daughter-in-law," whispered Dorothy.

It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER. Not long before Christiana's life took a drastic turn, she borrowed the book from one of her workmates and had only read five chapters of the book before she was kidnapped. But she couldn't deny that only the first chapter of the book got her so hooked that she couldn't put it down. And now, the silly women ended up forgetting she was supposed to only take a peek and leave. She became so engrossed in the novel she was reading that she didn't hear the bathroom door creaking open. Well, not until...

They even filed for divorce and are now in the waiting period to get their divorce certificate. I responded with a hint of sarcasm, "She's busy getting a divorce, but she still has time to come over and join your housewarming, huh?" Axel picked up on my tone and said with a laugh, "We're just friends. What were you thinking? Besides, a housewarming is supposed to be lively. You know what kind of person your husband is, don't you?" Indeed, I knew. Axel was a very good man. He cooked and took the initiative to do chores. Aside from not being very ambitious about making money, he could be considered a perfect husband.