The House Of The Seven Gables Novels & Stories

All I wanted was to be alone so I could meditate on my nightmarish life. My heart’s palpitations suddenly vanished when I noticed the interior of the house like ripped from a magazine. The back door led me straight into the large, modern, and bright living room. The large windows through which the sunlight streamed in and caressed my still naked body gave me the impression that the room was three times the size of the living room at home.

My jaw clenched, a flicker of irritation sparking within me; she was his fated, a fact growing more annoying by the second. The desolate landscape suddenly stirred to life. From the shadows, hundreds of people emerged like specters from a forgotten time, gathering inside the gates. They formed a path leading directly to a blue house, outlined in gold, that stood in stark contrast to its surroundings. Everything else was as dead and lifeless as the barren lands we had traveled through to get here, a regal monument misplaced in a sea of despair. As we moved slowly between the pack members, each nodded respectfully to Gabe. But he returned their gestures with a scowl, his expression full of dee

So, we can wait till he reveals. Soon the smoke vanished and Mirabella closed her eyes to jinx the crystal ball to spectate her son. The crystal ball displayed the background image of Frozen Crescent. *****

If anyone in this family looks like my dad, it’s Hugo, my doberman. Then there’s Sarah, who no one expects to look like the rest of us because she’s Russell’s wife. So no one bats an eye at the fact that she’s a ginger vampire. Rose designed the house and had it built from scratch. A short walk from the all-through school we attended and Dad taught at, with a pool, several ensuite bedrooms, and a couple of empty rooms in case we needed office space or someone had a baby. Sarah took one room for her office while Alice turned another into a YouTube studio. Russell and Sarah’s baby would have the last room when he was born and old enough for his own room.

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

he said. I squeezed back. “I just want the house to feel like home again,” I whispered. “Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s hard.” He nodded. “Messy’s okay,” he said. “As long as we’re all in it together.” I leaned back in my chair. Outside, I heard Camilla’s car start, the gates hum open. I heard her drive away. The house became all quiet. But it wasn’t the same empty quiet it used to be. It felt like a house that was learning how to hold more people again.

I stared out the window, watching the numbers on the houses go up until Gabriel slowed the car and turned into a driveway that looked longer than my entire block. The gates opened on their own, and I swear my brain just short-circuited. His mansion, because calling it a house would be disrespectful, was insane. Definition of insane. Tall pillars, wide steps, glass doors, lights glowing like something out of a movie. Even the trees around it looked expensive. I sat there, clutching my phone, completely still. Gabriel parked and unbuckled his seatbelt like this was totally normal. “You good?” “You live here?” I asked in a daze.

The entire face of the grandfather clock swung open like a narrow door, revealing not the intricate gears and brass weights of a standard timepiece, but a dark, hollow shaft leading straight down into the foundations of the old house. At the very bottom of the shaft, a faint, amber glow pulsed gently, keeping time with a heartbeat that was no longer audible, but felt through the floorboards beneath their feet. The secrets of the watchmaker’s will were no longer confined to yellowed parchment; the true mechanism had finally been set in motion.

Annabelle sang, snapping him from his thoughts. The other three opened their eyes in awe as they gaped in fascination at the house that stood before them. It was a typical bungalow but it looked so sophisticated. Surprisingly, it was unfenced but the area around the house was cleared. The house was painted white with a wooden door which had a golden knocker on it. It wasn’t big but it was quite wide.

"Just the lighthouse and the sound of the sea, that’s all I can say. The houses here seem to also have the same color so I suspect it might be an estate, I am not sure." Sebastian paused, and Gabriella suspected that he checking out the details she was giving him, "Alright, Gabriella, what else? Give me anything, what is the house like? I need more details." Gabriella looked around carefully, trying to provide details without giving too much away, aware of the risks involved with revealing her location too explicitly. "The house is large, white, with blue shutters. There's a garden outside, and... and there's a small chapel nearby, I can see it from the window," Gabriella described, she squi