The Last House On The Street Novels & Stories

It’s large enough to reach my waist. I follow after it, checking the address and sure enough, I see the sign for Blue Square Street. My lips curve and I grin down at the dog, “You really are intelligent, aren’t you?” I squeeze its face before patting its head, “You should really go home to your owner now. I’ll take it from here.” However, it doesn’t stop following me. Giving up, I start looking at the house numbers. House number 47 is the last house on the street. It’s a small house and my brow furrows when I see that the porch light isn’t on. Every other house on the street has their porch light on.

The streets were busy and crowded by the people even on Saturday afternoon. As the truck passed took the right turn to enter the Highland street. Charlotte noticed there are only sophisticated mansions and bungalows in the streets. The truck stopped before a simple and small house, in fact, that house is the smallest in the entire street. She got down from the car and stretched her hands and legs, following her Noah did the same.

I haven't talked to him since. Ma and Pa were sitting in the living room when it was time to leave for the party. "So who is hosting the house party this time?" "Cassandra." "You know the rules." "Yes, Pa. No alcohol, no drugs, and home by 1 AM." "12 AM!" "That was last year! Come on! 1 AM is not a big deal." "As long as you follow the rest of the rules, then fine." "Let the girl live, honey. She will only be a teenager once."

I was his lawfully wedded wife, yet he was fine with Jenny making rumors about me being with another man? How could he have allowed her to hurt me like that? Seeing that I wasn't planning on opening the door any time soon, Steven kicked the door hard, and it became completely silent. That night, a storm raged outside, thunder and lightning crackling, and I suddenly felt a warm and familiar embrace from behind me. It was Steven. "I know you're afraid of thunder, so I flipped the entire house upside down to find the spare key. I'm here with you now, so don't be afraid.

That was worse. She locked the studio door behind them and checked the street three times before walking to her car. The street was quiet, mostly empty. A hawker sold roasted corn from a cart on the corner. A group of schoolchildren in matching uniforms chased each other down the sidewalk. A man in a frayed agbada sat on a stoop, reading a newspaper that must have been days old. Normal. Ordinary. The kind of street where nothing ever happened and no one ever looked for anyone.

“Why are your hands so cold? Have you been too tired lately? I will reduce the interest on that debt by another two points for you. How does that sound?” My body stiffened before I forced out a polite smile. “Thank you, Mr. Cardea.” Daniel smiled and patted the top of my head. “Good girl. Come home tonight. I want that pot roast you make. Do not keep me waiting.” Home. That villa on the hillside was not home. It was a beautiful place that felt like a prison. I returned to my desk and opened the memo app on my phone. The numbers on the screen represented my mother’s life.

I smiled sincerely and turned away from the prison. After seeing Vivian for the last time, I would never need to see her again in this life. She would disappear from my world forever. And my world would finally see the warmth of spring.

“I fucking don't. I just need to do something. I am not fucking sitting around waiting for information to fall in my lap.” “What about Riley?” “She is my last resort.” We get to the first house; it is occupied but by a very old couple. I very much doubt anything is going on around here, “What a fucking waste of time.” “I don't think this is going to work Trayton.” “Shut the fuck up and drive.” We get to what used to be his second previous address. It is a young couple. After threatening to break body parts, they allow us to search the property.

We walked to the door. Charles crawled across the floor. Reaching for us. Reaching for help. We did not look back. The drive away from the mansion was quiet. The city lights blurred past the window. Liam's hand was on mine. "It is over," he said. "It is just beginning." We drove into the night. And behind us, Charles Sterling took his last breath. Alone. Just like he deserved.

It looked like something out of one of the human magazines I had once secretly read. “And human,” I added slowly, confusion knitting my brows. I had assumed—perhaps foolishly—that my origins would be tangled in some grand supernatural lineage. A hidden witch coven. A rogue lycan bloodline. Something dramatic. This? This was an elite human neighborhood. Makeh began walking, and I followed, boots crunching softly against the snow. The street was empty. Silent. Night hung heavy above us, though the sky held a strange stillness. We stopped at the final house at the end of the street. It was the largest. And it was alive with light.