The Man Of The House Novels & Stories

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

The first thing they took from us was our house. I watched the movers carry our furniture out like it meant nothing—like my childhood, my memories, my father’s hard work were just items that could be boxed and discarded. I wanted to scream at them to stop. Instead, I stood there, frozen, holding a notice I still didn’t fully understand. Foreclosure approved. My father’s name was printed on it. The same name the media had dragged through the dirt for weeks. I left before the last box was taken. I couldn’t watch anymore.

There is a large balcony where you can see a beautiful pool. The man who opens the door for us seems like a servant. Maybe because he is wearing black pants, a white shirt underneath his jacket and a black blazer, and looks like an average guy. The house itself has two floors. This place is amazing, really. That man took us to John and without wasting time we started our investigation. But he kept denying it. "Your wife is murdered and the case is filed as homicide," I began my interrogation. "And it's not like you killed her money or property. Then why did you kill her?" I looked around once again for clarity.

His jaw tightened. This was where she lived. His gaze moved slowly across the neighborhood. His lips pressed against each other forming a thin line. His eyes fickered briefly, he hates the surrounding but considering this was where Mannie lived with the kids, he held on. Behind him— Another man stepped out of the helicopter. Paul - The housekeeper. He held a small device in his hand. Dominic’s voice was cold. “Did you try calling her?” Paul nodded. “Yes, sir.” “And?”

, That Man said in a professional tone and gazed at Mitu who was standing in front of him confidently. "But Sir! I was informed about the company, not the house", Mitu asked him and his eyes were still on Aashmaan. His black eyes were drilling holes into her soul as if he were trying to search for something. A glint of happiness and amusement danced in his eyes. "Now, I want you to renovate this house of mine", That Man said clearly not giving any damn to Mitu's words. Mitu could feel the strong Kingly aura coming from him. She could not help but squirm uncomfortably under his strong dominating personality.

Abel said coldly, “I suddenly remembered that there were some work-related matters to discuss with the MASTER of the house. And there are some contract details that need the MASTER of the house’s attention. Would you like some water?” As he spoke, he poured two glasses of water and handed one to her. The smile on Ruth’s face froze. She stared at the glass of water in front of her with a complicated expression. He heard it! He definitely heard it! “You don’t want a drink? Or do you feel that the service is not attentive enough? Do you need me to feed you?” The man’s voice was indifferent, and it was difficult to tell if he was happy or angry. “Well, I suppose that’s more in line with your dem

said the faithful Jordan who just has sex with a random woman. “Jacob?” Michael asked. “I can't.” he replied. “Someone is interested to see the property in Manhattan. I have to show them around.” “Workaholic,” claimed Vincent. “Asshole,” he replied. * * * It was a cold evening when Jacob and his two clients were touring around another luxurious and million-dollar house and they had to wear thick jackets in order to safely go out on the street. The two were a couple with the same gender. They didn't look odd or disgusting to him because Jacob grew up with parents who were both men. He respected the two like how he respected his parents.

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

Julianne looked at me with pity and patted my cheek. “Plenty of people are willing to get their hands dirty for us. Right now, you should be a lot more worried about greeting our... client.” Right after she spoke, the front door swung open with a bang. A man with a large belly and a face covered in lumpy growths walked into the house. “Where is this wife you’ve found for me?”

I swear if I could draw up my perfect home on paper, this would be it. Parking the car, I step out with a notepad and pencil in hand so I can do a rough sketch of the layout of the place. I start drawing the outside as it’s giving me an idea to try and make the outside look like a castle with panels. I can see if the art department can help with this. As I finish my rough sketch a man exits the house and introduces himself to us as Mr. Edwards the manager of the household and he gives us a tour of the house.