The Neu House Novels & Stories

"Alright, alright, I was just joking. I need to sleep; I haven't worked out in a while, and the yoga session yesterday really wore me out." Tess's refusal reminded me of how I had also rejected her video call last night, and I felt a tightness in my chest. Was that guy in my house now? After hanging up, I contacted a company to install surveillance and then drove back home. I parked downstairs at the office and borrowed another car to drive over to my apartment building before parking in the underground parking lot. I waited in the car, keeping an eye on the elevator that led to my apartment. Sure enough, I spotted something.

Trent stared at the stain on the nicotine yellow wall. Whoever had lived in the house before him must have been a pack a day kinda person by the tint. Just another thing he’d have to fix in the run-down disaster he’d recently bought. Trent got up from the bed, feeling the worn-out boards of the floor shift under his weight. As much of a disaster the house was, Trent didn’t regret a single minute he spent in the place. The freedom it gave him was worth so much more than the money he was going to have to put in to it to make it livable.

They came out of the pack house, and walked a few houses down before coming to a stop in front of Neil's gorgeously built modern house. "Your home is gorgeous!" she breathed out in wonder. Neil's eyes were stuck on her face when he murmured, "It is, isn't it?" Clearing his throat he brought the smile back upon his lips and started to drag her inside the house. "Do you live here alone?" Bella murmured in awe. The house was airy, and filled with sunshine. Open, white and modern interior with no trace of dust. "Yeah." he responded, "My family is in another pack."

When Yami heard that he keep laughing at Hikari and Hikari just ignore him. Neu were found two door and he was not sure about where should he go first. But he just go to the door on the right first. Then he found something that looks like a company card. It was not their company card since they never make one. But maybe it was a clue so Neu pick it up and look at it. "Arcvil corp. IDName:-Shadowgrow Working as an CEO of the party. One of the adminstrator of Arcvil. -"

38 Enjoy guys! This chapter contain triggering sexual abuse, please refrain yourself if you are under age or didn't like to read.🔞 ----------------------------- Neum was staring at the entrance and was filled with a variety of emotions at the time, including rage, pitiful, hurt, and betrayal. Once more, she shed a tear as she continued to look around the tiny house. Despite its size, it was furnished with everything she needed. In their own world, old memories of them laughing aloud while not caring about anything else surface. How her parents loved her, her little brother and sister also used to love her. Despite their poverty, they were happy and seemed to enjoy their childhood. However,

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

I leaned back against the shower wall and squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to just wake up from this nightmare. “Email from River Reality, would you like me to read it to you?” my AI assistant announces, reminding me that I had sent an enquiry out about Nortica’s house to her real estate agent. “No,” I groan, bitter at the interruption. I can't even shower in peace. “Display on screen.” Dear Mr Elemore, Thank you for your interest in 23 Hausman Drive, Somerset. To answer your questions, the house was built in 1996 and has been renovated once. (kitchen and bathroom both updated in 2005).

The house was by no means big, but in front of the entrance was a small altar for the deceased, John Cage. The altar took up most of the space, so there was very limited space for people to bow or kneel to pay their respects. However, Andrius had gone through many difficulties. He stood by the family’s side and sat with them wherever they sat without complaining. Andrius then took out a bank card and gave it to the mother of the deceased. “This is the compensation New Moon Corporation has prepared for you. I am here to deliver this to you. The password is his birthday. And…”

She scowled in an eerily accurate impression of my least impressed expression. We pulled up in front of a low, modern building on a side street in Brooklyn. Glass front. Clean lines. Discrete security. A modest sign out front: KANE‑BLACK NEUROREHAB CENTER I stopped on the sidewalk. Stared. “Kane‑what?” I said. “Don’t worry,” Mila said. “I punctured that balloon already.” The automatic doors sighed open. Inside, the air was cool and smelled like new paint and hand sanitizer.

My jaw drops to the floor when Neve pushes the door open, and I take in the extravagance of the house. Instead of the usual Palace's dark exterior, this place was filled with bright paint and furniture, each with unique patterns and textures. I hesitantly made my way inside, still in awe. Neve walks in, closing the door behind us. "Do you like it?" she asked, coming to stand beside me. "I will be nuts not to; your place is really beautiful."