The Good House A Novel Novels & Stories

She was the closet tome. I remove my gown in frustrated and throw it on the floor. Elizabeth picks it up and neatly folds it, keeping in my closet. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

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“Fine.” The guards followed as I slipped into a cloak and left the mansion, but I didn’t care. Veronica’s house was only a short drive away, and soon we were at her family’s elegant residence. Her parents welcomed me warmly, even at this late hour. They always did. I greeted them politely before excusing myself and heading upstairs, where I knew Veronica would be waiting. Her room smelled faintly of lavender and candle wax. She sat cross-legged on her bed, her long braids draped over her shoulder, while Grace leaned against the window seat with her usual calm smile.

“Do you think I can use it? I know I'm a stranger and I don't know your name but can you please help me.” “Yes, I can help you. My name is Mellony Elmwood but everyone else calls me the Good Witch.” Isabella was shocked. Here she was standing in front of a younger Good Witch. That’s why she looked so familiar. They went outside to the cellar and they pulled on the iron handle. The big wooden door flopped open and they descended the steps. “Look Isabella. I think it's over there hanging in the back.” “I see it.” Isabella walked over and pulled the hourglass off the big hook. Then she brought it upstairs. She handed it to Mellony and the two headed into the house. They cleaned it off and place

Two nights later, I stood at the entrance of the Grandview Hotel in a simple black dress. It was the kind of dress that said nothing, meant nothing, and tried even less. Nevertheless, the crowd still found me. "Is that the true Jennings heiress? Why is she dressed like that?" "Didn’t she marry into the Scott family?" "I heard her husband hasn’t looked at her since the wedding." "All his affection goes to Yvonne." I let the words fall around me like rain, and I didn’t flinch.

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For her, there was too much luxury surrounding them as she passed through corridors and areas of high ceilings, marble floors, the finest furnishings, and pleasant smells, but no people; they didn't run into a single person as she was escorted by the blond man with glasses. Seeing where her son's father had been living, the amount of money put into that house caused her a kind of repulsion. It gave her some disgust, but that feeling stopped to give way to awe. The house was at the end of a wide street made up of buildings designed for the rich, in an area known for belonging to very wealthy people, a place located on the outskirts of New York City.

" Over the next two days, Marissa did exactly what she had done in my previous life. She pushed Sophie's image everywhere. In just forty-eight hours, the story that the Foster family had found a lucky charm spread through Harbor City's elite circles. Sophie didn't understand matches. She didn't read data. She relied on intuition alone and still called World Cup scores with perfect accuracy. Rumors exploded. "A girl in her twenties who doesn't even understand soccer? A lucky charm? That's absurd." "Has the Foster family lost its mind? They're really considering handing the book to the daughter of the second wife?" "Doesn't the eldest Foster son have anything to say? He's the first wife's legi

"Kaia Keene, first you refuse to do your good deeds, and now you're making up lies." "I'm not lying! I ran out of money and got a part-time job. I met this old woman, and she wants me to give her a grandson—" I rushed to explain, desperate to make her believe me. She cut me off. "Then have the baby. Give them a healthy boy, and I'll count it as ten years' worth of good deeds. You won't have to worry about your daily good deed anymore." The call disconnected. I stared at the phone, stunned.

His wife. He protected her from me. He chose her over me. Again. Always. Always. I turn away from the mirror. I can't look at myself anymore, can't stand to see the woman I've become, the woman who waits in silk nightgowns for a husband who never comes, the woman who gave up everything for nothing. The fire in the hearth has burned down to embers. The room is dark, shadowed, filled with the ghosts of every night I've spent alone in this bed. I walk to the window and press my forehead against the cold glass.