The House That Love Built Novels & Stories

But my drive back home was magnificent as winter is fast approaching and my favorite holiday asides my birthday of course, CHRISTMAS! A big part of my Christmas tradition is to give a yearly upgrade to my Christmas playlist depending on what feels on theme for the year! I drove into our aesthetically pleasing mansion, when my face dropped. There was someone in the house Someone with a …… BIKE…… that I have seen before I walked into my house, hearing my father laugh so loud, I can't remember my father's laugh being that loud, who and what is making my father be all cheerful this evening.

Maybe because the members of the Council were deemed to be arrogant, self-absorbed and were held on a high standing, so she expected much less than what she got. ”This mansion was built when the farmstead that was initially on that land was destroyed. It took two years to complete the construction.” Kilan told Laura. ”They destroyed a farmstead just to build some mansion? That is very stupid if I must say.” ”I guess it was, but none of us were here to know why they did so. I guess we should ask Mackenzie, he should know better.”

“I remember everything you tell me, Layla.” I smiled before I could stop myself. “Her name was Amara. She believed in creating things with love.” “Then it’s perfect,” he said. “We’ll call it House of Amara.” Just like that, something inside me clicked. A spark. A soft hum of joy. “I like that,” I said, voice almost shy. “It feels... right.” “We’ll build it from the ground up,” he continued. “No lies. No manipulation. No dirty shortcuts. I want this to be something we’re proud of.”

The drive wasn’t too long, and when she arrived, she couldn’t help but be impressed. Blake’s house was a mansion. The driveway stretched long and winding, flanked by tall oak trees that led to an iron gate. The gate opened automatically, and as Amelia drove in, she took in the perfectly manicured lawns, the trimmed hedges, and the sprawling exterior of the house. It was a modern design with sleek glass windows, stone detailing, and a high-arched entrance that made the entire building look like something straight out of a magazine. The driveway itself was paved with smooth, dark stone, leading up to a grand set of double doors. Expensive cars lined the side parking area, each one looking shin

I live freely without any bondage of love or complicated friendship. This previous year has thought me a lot and also helped me a lot. I understand that we can never force love. No matter how we tried to make other people love us, they will never feel the same way if we are not destined to be together. I am currently living a happy life because I decided to leave my past behind me and build my happiness. I tried so hard to move on from Shadrach and I am happy I did that successfully, even though it wasn’t easy, I am glad I did and I am glad that I finally accept the truth that we are not meant to be together.

The house is so quiet. "How about Hensley?" I asked our maid. Hensley is the second third born in our family while Nicolette is the fourth and last born in the family. Probably, Hensley is in her room. She's an introverted person and she's just always in her room. "She hangs out with her friends, Ma'am" Our maid answered that made me surprised and glimpse at her. "She has friends?" I asked and she stopped while looking at me. I didn't visit home for almost a month that's why.

small. He's right... The house I built, I didn't build it for a family or my mate. I built it for myself.... It's the right size for one person, But not big enough for a family. It's not good enough for him... I think as I run my hand through his hair. I swallow the lump in my throat and push the tears back. I love this house, but I suppose I'll love the next one too. Or at least I'll try. That thought goes away when I remember that I won't even be living in a house. I'll be living in a packhouse.

“You sure you like this house as much as you always say you do ?” “you’re okay living here? It’s big and fancy, but do you still love it for us.” She squeezed his hand, her smile warm. “I love this house, Jack. It’s beautiful,its smells amazing, we are close to both our families and friends, of course i want to live here, i have always dreamed of being in here with you. We’ll make it ours. And make lots of memories, filling every corner of this big Mansion” Jack’s house was a big house, he has the money so he had bought it with the future in mind and because it had been close to his family and now it was all paying off.

But by love—a real, imperfect love, built on rubble, but solid as a foundation that would withstand any storm. Love for them. For Lara. For Aggy. For the family I was determined to build, one day at a time.

“...Your new house.” Brea gawked at him and then swung her stunned eyes around. A wide stairway went up to a second floor. Her astonished gaze swung down to see they stood in a foyer. “My…?” “Yes, sweetie. Your wedding present. OUR home.” Brea stumbled forward on shaky legs. “Whoa, there cowgirl legs!” He caught her before she fell. “You—you built a h-house for me?” Her hushed voice could barely be heard. “Yep. I’ve had 10 men working around the clock for a week.”