The Neu House Novels & Stories

I can’t seem to get the right outfit, I just have to settle for one’s, she exclaimed. After selecting what she could settle for, she got up to start preparing for her date. Meanwhile, Neville was home thinking how best to make their date memorable, he fidgeted around his big, spacious room, which had a passage to an inner room; his home office. Neville lived in a penthouse at the heart of the city, he stayed alone but wanted a really spacious home, he enjoyed having his space. His home was built with top notch Hebe technology, it was pure white with strictly grey interior design. Wanting to have a bottle of water to cool his anxiety, he clicked his compartment button, which ensured his bedro

The safe house itself was not a house but a data farm. It buzzed, a humming, almost sub-audible vibration that reverberated through the concrete floor and into Sabatine’s marrow. It was a windowless bunker dug deep on the periphery of an industrial estate just north of London, pretending to be a telecom relay. The air was arid, cool, with a tang of ozone and dust.

“This is insane. How is your place this big?” I looked around Thea’s house. The house she’d gotten in Naples had multiple rooms that she probably wouldn’t need but it was the aesthetics that blew me off. From outside, it looked just like a pristine-white mansion that covered over four thousand square feet but on getting inside, I couldn’t shut my mouth. It was like a splash of flavours. The arch ways had murals painted over them and some rooms had some kind of alt décor in some of them. You could get to a room and feel warm and you could get to another and feel hyped up enough to do some work because of the lively space.