The New House Novels & Stories

A freaking fountain. “Is this a mansion or a museum?” I muttered. My mom ignored me and got out. I didn’t want to get out of the car. I stared at the new house like it might bite me. It was huge, clean, and annoyingly P*******t-perfect. White shutters. Porch swing. Little stone path lined with flowers. The kind of house that whispered stable and happy. It made me want to scream. “Kailee, come on,” Mom said, beaming as she stepped out of the car. “Try to smile?”

If only he knew that the sun would directly hit the room he had chosen in the new house they had moved into, he should not have set his alarm clock. It was only a week ago that they had moved into this house without a healthy decision-making process. Newly painted with cream color on its both exterior and interior, their new house was a two-story building enough for five members. It was the sort of typical modern house with a flat-tiled red roof, full of windows, and wired with cameras on its every post. He could sense it was not a good idea to move, but not even an inch of him was part of this decision. An unexpected event in their lives adversely forced them

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.

I hold my breath, waiting for the first glimpse of my new home. It’s not a log cabin. Instead, a three-story house emerges from the forest. Glass windows cover the walls, white paint peeking out from the sides. It’s squared, more modern than I thought it would be, with a garden out front and a separate two-car garage off to the right. An iron gate wraps around the property, disappearing into the trees. “Welcome home, Princess,” Dominic murmurs. Home.

The next afternoon, Luna stood across the street from the new house. She had never seen it before. Her father had moved the family after everything that happened, and from the outside, the place looked nothing like the small home she remembered growing up in. It was bigger. Cleaner. Expensive. There was a new car parked in the driveway, and flowers lined the entrance.Luna stared at the house for a long moment.She was staying with Marcus now, but she couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.

Elara Thorne Six Months After the Fall The North was no longer falling from the sky. In fact, it had never felt more grounded. I stood on the balcony of our new home. It wasn't the cold, stone fortress of the past. That place had been a monument to war and debts. Our new manor was built of sturdy mountain pine and warm cedar. It smelled of fresh wood and the lavender I had planted in the window boxes. For the first time in my life, my head was quiet. There was no "Ting" of a task. There were no silver threads telling me who owed what to whom. There was just the sound of the wind through the trees and the distant, happy shout of my son.

I grab the last box, Kitchen: Fragile, and follow her out. The drive to the new place is quiet, but it’s the good kind. There’s not any tension or spiraling thoughts. It’s just the hum of the road and Cara’s hand resting on my thigh like it belongs there because it does. When we pull up, the new house looks exactly like it did when we signed the papers, clean lines, open windows, sunlight spilling through like an invitation. No guards at the gate. No looming shadows. Just space. Cara gets out of the car first and turns slowly, taking it all in.

Total space gained: 3,110 cubic feet. Hayley finally relaxed and said to Summer, "Summer! Let's go!" Not long after, Philip's family brought the pregnant Sue Norman to the new house. "Babe, here's our new place! It's in the city center and a school district, with over 1,000 square feet. It has two units per floor. We don't have a neighbor yet, so the hallway is all ours. The lighting's great, and it has the best layout in the complex. Plus, it's just 100 yards from your work. If you want, you can move in now. Furniture and appliances are ready!"

I hung up the phone without a second thought. It was a great day for moving. I was not about to let a bunch of nasty people ruin my mood. I focused on making the place feel like home: setting up the bed, cleaning every corner, decorating the living room. By the time I was done arranging everything, the sky had already turned dark. I collapsed onto the big bed in my bedroom. My mind was filled with nothing but dreams of the happy life ahead. A few days later, I came home from work. When I opened the door, I was greeted by the sight of my parents sitting in the living room with Brad’s family. They were casually snacking on peanuts, chatting, and laughing like they owned the place.

Not even when he said 'but don't worry, your things are all intact in your new room'. The rest of the journey was in silence. We were at Avenue C in twenty minutes, the street where our old house stood. A huge 'for sale' sign now stood at its door. Oddly so, the new house was still on the same street. Mom must so much love Avenue C, including whomever she was getting married to. Uncle Richard switched off the engine when he packed in the yard. Unlike the old house, this one was bigger, more beautiful and had two stories.