The Last House On The Street นิยาย & เรื่องราว

****** On the way, Stanley filled me in on the details about the girl and her family and then he handed me her phone with the screen repaired. The driver took a U-turn from the main road into a shabby-looking street with all the houses alike. Painted in old and dull colors and soon he stopped in front of the worse house in the street. Stanley took no time in going to call her out while I waited out of the car.

My stomach would have once twisted into knots at the thought of going to a party, but now, I felt nothing. The house across the street was much larger than the one we stayed in. A sleek, white house composed of angles and dark roofing. The driveway curved around the side of the house, meeting where a three-door garage sat. As we stepped out of the house, the thundering of the music grew louder. I could make out the distant words of some pop song as it blasted through the house and onto the street. A few people lingered in the front yard, cans of alcohol in their hands and a cigarette to their lips.

“There's no house after the pack house. It's closed, remember.” “Ohh…yeahhh, not that…I mean…” Heck, I need my brain at its fastest right now but this modafvcker is choosing to sabotage me. “I mean the street after the Pack house. Yeah that one.” I laugh. Very awkwardly I can help but cuss under my breath. “We are there. Which house do we go to?”

Shaking off the memory, I said softly, "Don't worry. Even though you're the one who committed infidelity, I won't take a single dime of your family's assets. I've left all the jewelry you bought me on the vanity table—" "That's enough!" Evan hurled his spoon back into the bowl. "We're at the office. If you want to make a scene, do it at home. I can't afford to be humiliated here!" I pressed my lips together and fell silent, gazing at him calmly. After what felt like an eternity, he seemed to surrender. "Look, Charles will have that jewelry set you took a fancy to last time delivered to our house tonight. As for Astrid—"

Riley asked " Jesse?, your Jesse?'' Ana asked with a tone that depicted surprise " yeah...we never talk about Jesse, so..." " well, i saw him last night?'' Riley said " Saw him last night?, weren't you with Adam last night?, did he know it was Jesse?'' Ana asked trying to make sense of the current situation. " There is no adam Ana" Riley replied with a big sniff " What do you mean by there is no Adam?, did something happen to him?, wait, is he dead??' Ana asked, obviously confused

“‘Ah, yes. From here, you can turn right; later, you will see a large building; my house is behind it. The driver nodded his head before following Hendramo's directions. It didn't take long before he finally got home. With unsteady steps, he immediately went downstairs. “Just take the change and go there immediately.” Hendramo's way of speaking sounded harsh, but seeing the large amount of money in his hand, the driver decided to let it go and quickly left. Hendramo noticed the quiet area of his house. Even in his house, only a few lights are on, even though usually the lights in the room are always on. The wrinkles on Hendramo's forehead started to return as he glanced at the watch wrapped

I sat on the couch, the proposal video Walter made playing in the background, the pastries I had bought beside me. The pastries I once savored then left a bland taste in my mouth. Perhaps my tastes changed. It was not just the pastries I had lost my taste for. Walter had gone radio silent. I tossed my phone on the coffee table and started to pack up my stuff. It was already midnight. I was about to officially run out of patience, ready to use up the last of my so-called 'forgiveness cards.' Just then, my phone buzzed—it was Walter. "Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight.

As long as she focused and listened to my thoughts, she would get the exact score. Then she would crush me in public and secure the Foster inheritance. She slowly closed her eyes and gathered her attention. In the dead silence that followed, Sophie began to hum again, completely out of control. "Darling, hold my hand... "Jet 2 holiday... save 50 pounds per person..." For one instant, the entire venue froze. The crowd before the Harborfront screens froze too. Then the live-stream detonated. [Help! She's doing it again! Classic jet 2 holiday returns!]

He looks into a panel that scans his eye and speaks three words that sound like gibberish. The gate slowly opens and I soon see that this is more than just an estate, it's a village. "Welcome to Last Hope," Wally announces. "This is Mrs. Steele's home base." "How many people live here," I ask, looking out the windows. There are houses, schools, parks. "This feels like a small town."

She still couldn’t believe how he could say she’s perfect when her broken pieces are all over. A few minutes later, they entered a tall metal gate. Inside, there were modern houses that looked the same, with a few differences. They turned another corner and saw the end of the subdivision. At the end of the road was a big mansion screaming luxury and everything about wealth. Beside it, the last house on the left was also a different house that’s slightly bigger than the others, but not bigger than the one at the end. They didn’t park there, though. They went to the last house on the right and parked in front of it.