The House That Love Built Novels & Stories

He's leaned forward, his gaze trained on me. Mirth dances in his eyes. "You should go," he suddenly says. "Follow the left and you'll see your way out." Then the asshole turns back to his food. Heat explodes through my chest. My jaw locks so tightly it actually hurts. My fingers curl into fists at my sides until my nails bite into my palms. "You're free to go." He waves a dismissive hand, and I seriously consider committing murder. "Try not to bite anyone on your way home." I pick what's left of my dignity off the floor, slamming the door so hard the hinges shake.

Adams called. “Be careful with your words. Do not throw away your future. “she advised in her usual motherly tone. “I will always love you my son. Make your choice wisely and do not let go of your love, you are capable of love sugar, Do not allow your father to kill your love at its young stage. “ I nodded in agreement. That was exactly the courage I needed to face my father. I will fight for this love. I will leave my hatred and pursue love instead.

Anybody would fall in love with this house, it’s not that much big, or luxurious but it has got that warm feeling. He went to the living room. The living room is cozy and simple. He went straight and stopped before a big photo frame, hanging on the wall. “Mom, Dad, it’s been a while” He said with tears in his eyes.

she told him seriously, Everything she had built just got destroyed in a second, it got destroyed before she got to apologize to them, "Maybe you just need something or someone to leaned on, you just need to find someone who can share your burdens with" he told her, telling himself that it won't do him nothing if he just stood there and watch her being miserable,watch the girl he loved being miserable

I thought about Tommy's two houses and the particular grief of love that had stopped being able to hold its shape, and felt, with a deep and quiet certainty I'd learned, over years, to trust entirely, that the thing we'd built in this house was nothing like that. It was something considerably rarer. Love that had already survived its worst and come out the other side still choosing each other, every single day, with the same honesty that had built it in the first place. I rejoined my family, and the evening continued, warm and chaotic and entirely, unmistakably real.

I press a gentle kiss to his shoulder and close my eyes again, and for the first time since this all started, I feel it without qualification. Love. Complete, terrifying and absolutely certain for all three of them. This is what we're building, not just passion or arrangement or unconventional logistics but a home. A home made of broken people who chose each other anyway, and I would fight the entire world to protect it.

"Sister, our community used to be a family building assigned by the bank. Although it is an old house, it is still very safe." Sister Wang, the fat landlord, was panting while climbing the building, but Amway didn't bring any trouble to her house. Sister Wang really likes this beautiful, cute girl. Just came back from abroad, and no boyfriend, live alone, worry free.

she whispers to herself, practicing a new word she learned today. Then she rolls over, hugs her stuffed elephant, and goes back to sleep. Because love is what this house is built on now. Not revenge or anger or pain. Just simple, honest, imperfect love. And that's enough. That's everything.

Becky replied, “but we’d be just as happy in a two-bedroom cottage. It’s not a building that makes a home, it’s what you fill it with and we try really hard to make sure that this house is filled with love.” Becky left Lisa standing there while she went to relieve the babysitter and check on Abby, the words she’d spoken turning around and around in Lisa’s head. She could feel the love in this home and it made her eyes prickle. She remembered this, she remembered what it was like to live in a home filled with love. When her parents were alive, they’d loved her unconditionally, but it was so long ago and for such a short amount of time that it hadn’t really stuck. She had now lived without tha

I felt like I was going to throw up any minute now. We pulled up to a large pack house. The outside was cream colored with dark burgundy wood shutters and front doors. There was a u shaped driveway in front with parking spaces to the side. Charles took a deep breath before getting down. I remember him saying how strained his relationship is with his father. I hope that perhaps they will get along today.