The Neu House Novels & Stories

“Do it urgently.” “Give me a minute,” the voice on the other end replies. I hang up without waiting for questions. James glances at me again. “You know the person who lives here?” “That’s what I’m trying to confirm.” I step out of the car, pretending to stretch, but really I’m taking pictures, from different angles. Shortly, my phone pings again in less than two minutes. As I open the message, my eyes bulge at what I see. “The house belongs to Travis Milton Albernathy. The CEO of Nebulus-XR Company.”

I wondered. I walked slowly towards the window with my arms wrapped around me. I grabbed the window handles to pull them back to close it but I stopped midway when I noticed the lights next door. Who could that be? The house beside us was empty for over a year. I squinted and could actually see the inside of the room through the window adjoining mine. Like seriously, I could strangle the guy who constructed these houses like that. So damn close! Anyway, we finally got some new neighbours. What an odd time to move in though, I couldn't help but think. I just hope they would be nice. My parents could have some pals.

Flower shops added colors to the experience she was embracing. The Deuce was right next to the flower shop. It was a two-story building that looked more like a big house that was transformed into a diner. There was seating in front of the place as well as the second-floor balcony. The house was lined with white picket fences no taller than her waist. Flower beds surrounded the area. The interior resembled a country home which reminded her of her home in Bluebridge.

I'm still worried if we're going to see the house, I can't talk to David just like Tyler and Blake does. But then I realized, Neneuis and her company got to enter, Tyler didn't say David could make an exception to friends. My anticipation builds up and I breathed some fresh air, I relaxed my shoulders when I saw the top roof of the werewolf's mansion. I didn't notice I held Andrea too close to me that she adjusted her position but didn't shake off my hold. "I see, that's our farmhouse?" She asked, motioning for the big house. It was an innocent mistake, I also did that the first time I got here.

My hand grip the wheel tightly. The neutral house is not far away now, just two more blocks and I will arrive. The house looks kinda old, the paint peeling in long strips, porch sagging like it’s tired of standing. A plaque by the door shone with red light: Neutral Territory – Pack Law Applies. It looks like a warning.

Trapped in the attic, I was supposed to sit and think about what I had done wrong until I dropped the whole leaving idea. However, I would not let him trap me this time. In the dead of night, my phone rang. It was the hospital. "Mrs. Jones, Mr. Jones has stopped all treatments for your mother. With her condition, she might not make it through the night." I begged the hospital to keep treating my mom. The nurse sounded torn. "Mr. Jones owns a big part of the hospital. We can't ignore his orders." I got the picture. I hung up and dialed Adrian right away.

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

POV: Lena Moretti The new house was on a tree-lined street in a neighborhood where nobody cared about the Crane name because nobody here moved in those circles. Three stories. Red brick. A front porch with room for two chairs. A kitchen with windows that let in actual sunlight, which I'd forgotten was a thing that kitchens could do after months in safe houses and cottages and the perpetual twilight of The Obsidian. Ezra found it. Or rather, Dominic found it and Ezra approved it and Naomi vetted the security profile and I made the final decision because that was how we operated now. My call. My approval. The house that would become ours needed to feel like mine first.

Everyone is busy admiring the view that waits in front of us. The Passion House stands at the end of the driveway in its full splendor, bathing in warm lights at the earthy hour of 6 in the evening. The white and gold 3-story hotel exudes the aura of extravagance and grace. I admit. No one can take their eyes off this beauty, not even me.

Dad said, drawing me out of my thoughts. Dad looked happy to finally have me home. The house looks bigger than I thought it would be so that is a bonus. It is a two-story house, with a small front patio, under the house I cannot see too good but looks like he has turned it into another living area, cane fields on two sides of the property, unsure if he owns that part, I can see heaps of old smashed up in need of love cars on one side of the property. Nice flower beds around the front and on one side along with a veggie patch to by the looks of it, it’s a very neat and tidy type of house and I can tell dad has looked after this old Queenslander, now I cannot wait to see what this house looks