The Man Of The House Novels & Stories

Manuel has built a beautiful home in preparation for when he found his mate. Ready for his mate and himself to build a family. It is only right, like I have been taught that I should do the right thing and clean it, take care of it. He is the man in the house. I have to take care of him. He provided me with the house. I have to look after him, make sure he has all that he needs at home. That is what I was taught. I keep reminding myself.

Fucking truth of his life, he don't have family to nag him or disturb his sleep, he fucking don't have home either. "Ting tong Ting tong" before he could take the dose of cocaine he heard bell ringing, he ignored for some time but it kept ringing so realising that he don't have servants either, he walked up to main door. He do have maids but they just visit house at particular time because it's his wish, he wanted to live alone though he have two watchman nd two bodyguards but they stays outside of the house. "Off course ..... How could I sleep when u r alive on the planet to disturb me" Manik groaned when he saw his little brother standing there outside the house. But inside, he felt littl

“I’m looking for this house and number… Umm, there are two… I’m confused.” “Oh, this is that house over here. This leads to the second floor of that house, see this number two?” The man brought him to the ninth house from the alley’s entrance. “Oh, alright.” Darrion replied. “So this house’s second floor it is.” The man nodded and returned the paper to him. “Hmm. This house has three tenants in it. I believe one of them has a dog, but I haven’t seen them in a long time. So heads up if you’re afraid of dogs.” The man patted his shoulder with a chuckle. “Anyhow, just knock on the house, and I’m sure the owner will open the door for you.” The man suggested.

Cursed smile and voice! I parked the car in front of the house with the black fibers roof. I saw there was a middle-aged man doing something on the porch of his wooden house. This house was also painted blue, but it was dull. This man had dark brown skin, short and thin. However, his stature looks solid. The hair that framed his round head was trimmed like a military cropped hairstyle. Round glasses adorn his mustached face. Cigarette smoke could not stop blowing from his thin lips. "Knock, knock, knock, knock," the carpentry tools clashing.

"Depends, who's asking?" "Viktor Romano." The cloud in his features cleared out as he nodded like he was expecting me or something. Then he opened the door wide in invitation. "Come in." I followed him into the house and realised that the man beneath the simple white tee and ragged jeans were much taller and well-built than I had realised. The house was minimalistic. The living room was small, connected to the kitchen island and the furniture could only accommodate three people at a time. It did not look like he often has guests over.

I'm a little confused by my own question, which the castle owner should be asking. “Are you the owner of this castle? How come I never saw your whereabouts? Why are all those curtains hanging wide all over the castle? Why is this castle so dark? Why is the room temperature here so humid?” I kept asking him without stopping, I saw him take the book out of his hands and look at me with a very cold gaze, his dark eyelids, the cold line of his face, his thick and firm eyebrows, his pointed nose, red lips and very pale skin. and his hair that slightly covered his handsome face made my heart beat really fast. The handsome man walked up to me, he covered my mouth with his cold finger when it touche

This place is not an ordinary place, considering this tv station is one of the biggest tv stations in the country. "Four eyes, you're five minutes late!" Said a man with a gloomy face walking up to the two women while carrying several sheets of paper in his hand. His eyes were not friendly at all, even looked tired like someone who rarely sleeps. His black hair was cut undercut with his signature parted bangs, his steel gray eyes were piercing into the object he was looking at. But if you look around, this tired looking man is actually quite handsome too.

When someone spoke, I just snapped back to reality. "I'm sorry. I think we surprised you because of our arrival. We just really wanted to see the house." I only glanced at the man who spoke. His hair is a dark brown tone and pretty long. I tilted my head a little so that he could clear his throat and spoke again. "Oh, I'm Francesco. Just Frances for you," he said with a smile and extended his hand. I immediately accepted that and let go right away. "You already know that idiot, don't you?" He asked as he pointed his finger at Niro.

" John asked. "Lemme make it clear to you. you are not leaving this house. I'm the man of the house. You are not going anywhere." "So that I will loose my job just as you lost yours?" She replied. "Is that your new plan. You want to render me uswl just as you?" "Do you just call me a useless man?"

Instinctively, I stepped backward, afraid he might try something inappropriate like before. This time, the man spoke first. "Don't be scared, miss. Can't we at least be friends?" "Sorry, I'm married." There was no way I was becoming friends with some creep, so I rejected him immediately. The man didn't seem discouraged at all. Instead, he slowly leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "I know where you live. I know where your husband works, too. You wouldn't want anything happening to him, right?"