The House That Love Built Novels & Stories

My husband had left me, causing me to sink into a depression that lasted for at least a week and a half before my attitude changed and my mind cleared, and when that happened, well, I found out that old Grammer, the owner of the land I wanted to build my dream house had sold it to someone else. “The man is in love,” Grammer commented when I went to talk to him after seeing people in the place “He wants to build his wife’s dream house and he convinced me with the right words.” “I've wanted the same thing for five years, and you sell it to the first person who tells you a love story?!” I had answered him out of me, "Shame on you!" And then I got in my jeep and left the place. In the month sinc

Her and our kids are my home. I sighed. When I parked the car inside the garage of our house, I immediately went inside. And yes. We're already living together. The house was built years ago, back when Beautrin and I were together, well, we're still together now. What I mean is when she really answered me, when we were in college. I was definitely sure about her then. As soon as she answered me a yes, I immediately started building a house for our future family. And yes, I'm in love and obsessed. Loud and proud.

Black pillows dotted the large U-shaped couch, love seat, and the couple of chairs. There was a large window-wall on the far side of the room. It looked out into the forest, and I knew that the nook right there would get plenty of use. A fireplace sat along the other wall. A roaring fire was already lit inside of it. Pictures of our family and friends already adorned the walls, showing our precious loved ones. Happy tears were being wiped away because this house was built from love and for love. This was the statement that hung heavily in the air. Fuck…these emotions…

Patrick spoke with a solemn voice. "The keys to your house?" I looked at the keys almost as if they were the most valuable thing in the world. They meant so much to me, they weren't just keys, they were the guarantee that he loved me, in a way touching those keys was like touching his love and being certain that it was there, in his heart. "The keys to our house!" He corrected me. "I know you have an incredible apartment just for yourself and, god knows, I love that apartment, but this is where I want to build a life with you. If you want to."

She wanted a house of her own now. I nodded at Ingrid. "When are we going to move in there?" I asked. Grandiose Villa is not far from the mansion; it was mom and dad's first house, and mom didn't want to sell it as it holds memories of her and dad as they started their business.

"Twenty-five people in our house today. Some related by blood, most related by choice. All of them family." "That's what we built," Valentina said. "Deliberately, over years, choosing to expand instead of contract, to include instead of exclude." "Best project of my entire life." "Better than the custom bikes? The garage's reputation?" "Infinitely better. Those things matter, but this—" Duke gestured at the house, the lingering warmth of family celebration. "This is everything." They sat together in comfortable exhaustion, watching the fire, surrounded by evidence of the family they'd built across more than two decades of deliberate love.

"Yes, that is why even though mom and dad told us that we could stay at home after we graduated and still have the freedom we were used to in college he still got his own place. Mom hated when she would hear him say your name and give him grief about it the next morning. He figured getting his own place would keep him from having to deal with her giving him hell. The last few days have been hard on him because after he saw you every night he would wake up crying out for you." I smile up at Tom "you know he is going to kick your butt when he finds out you divulged his secret." He smirks at me "never, especially if he gets the girl." I chuckled and sat down next to his bed and took his han

Did I tell him wrong? "Wife." And then he tapped my forehead, I closed my eyes immediately. "Hubby!" I love him. "You're not supposed to hurt your Wife, you're supposed to make love with me!" He said it emphatically and then I pouted. He laughed at my answer while I frowned. "You're really funny, Wife. That's why I like you." My heart was lost inside my rib cage, and if my rib cage were to break, it would probably break right away from the loss of my heart.

“We can handle it.” He exhaled, then nodded. “Okay,” he said. “Private. Honest. With your chaos, friends. That tracks.” We brought them up the next day. Naomi practically vibrated when she saw the house. “You built a love cabin and didn’t tell me?” she accused Leo. “It’s not a love cabin,” he said, scandalized. “It is absolutely a love cabin,” she said. “Look at this window seat. Look at that swing. I bet you reinforced the beams for wall‑leaning.”

“So I want to know. Did you love her that much to build a theater for her.” He chuckled “see, I’m a hopeless romantic. You too, you know. If I’m dating a woman she will feel loved that it might overwhelm her. I thought she was my soulmate and I went above and beyond for her. She said she loved plays and wished she had something akin to broadway where people would be able to pay to see plays. I don’t know if she was just lying because I love art but I thought she was genuine so I built it for her as a way to show I really loved and cared for her. Was going to give it to her on her birthday but she betrayed me before then or rather I caught her in the act of betraying me. Anyways I left the bu