The New House Novels & Stories

After loading the things onto the truck, Sylvia brought Aunt Tonya to the new house. Tristan got into his own car and followed the truck. Twenty minutes later, Sylvia arrived at her new house with the moving company. The new house was a fully furnished two-story mansion equipped with a spacious courtyard. Just when Sylvia wanted to move her things inside, Tristan came up behind her and said, “This is a lovely house.” After spending that much on rent, she ought to make sure it was nice. Sylvia did not answer and simply moved her things inside. Tristan also helped wherever he could.

He had gotten a real kick out of the song over the years as it was something his other played often when they were going through a rough time in a bid to remind them that brighter days were ahead. Helen smiled at her son as she pulled the station wagon into the driveway of the massive four bedroom house that she'd purchased via a really good deal following the sale of their former home back in New Jersey. It was an impressive place, with a large front and backyard, big enough to get a dog and have a pool party if one had a pool built on the property. The fresh coat of white paint made it appear new and the added bonus of his mother sending the movers ahead of time as she furnished the place

Mom’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “Hmm?” She smiled, her eyes soft with excitement. “We’re going home now. Well… not home-home. The new house.” I blinked. “New house?” She giggled. “Cole’s mansion, sweetheart. That’s our home now. His men already packed our things. Everything’s moved in.” My stomach flipped. Cole’s mansion. Great. Just what I need… to live under the same roof as the man who ruined my sanity and then ghosted me in plain sight.

As Aliyah stepped through the front door of their new house, she felt an almost overwhelming sense of calm. The faint scent of fresh paint mixed with the clean, crisp air that flowed through the wide-open windows. She stood there for a moment, taking it all in. This house wasn’t just another place to live—it was a tangible representation of a new chapter in her life, one she was building with Logan.

The only difference was that Jerry had taken it upon himself to hire at least three staffs to maintain the house. Edward pulled into the estate, and the gate slid open automatically, revealing the beautiful front of the mansion. The house was a modern home with a big glass windows from top to bottom, letting in lots of light and showing the inside clearly. The front has wide steps and a path over shallow water, giving it a fancy look. I gently patted Jace, and he sat up, blinking as he looked out the window. His jaw dropped. “Mommy, is this our new house?” he asked, still looking sleepy, but I could see the excitement shining in his eyes.

Jessica and Aria had tried to act unaffected by the announcement, but I saw the way they stared when Roderick handed the moving schedule to Grandpa like it was a declaration of freedom. I should’ve been relieved—happy even—but instead, my chest felt heavy. The new house was a modern home tucked quietly outside the city. It was far enough from the main mansion to feel free, yet close enough that Grandpa could visit often. A beautiful white building with soft blue roofing, glass windows that reflected the sky, and a front porch that felt... peaceful. I stood in front of the house, still staring. “So… this is it,” Sisi whispered behind me, her tone soft, thoughtf

I nod my head in response and look straight, feeling the plane taking off slowly from the ground. We were finally leaving this place behind. I took this chance and look out of the window, admiring the beauty of my hometown. “Goodbye,” I say softly, placing my palm on the window and feel a tear roll down my cheeks. Mom grasps my hand and says, “Don’t worry. You will make many friends in New York. Don’t think about what happened anymore okay?” I gave her a sad smile and look away. Never look back at this place again and move on. This will be my new beginning. I repeat this in my head a hundred times before I drift off to sleep wondering what my future will be like...

“Korea? Jesse, come on. That’s just a dream. We could never afford—” “It’s not a dream anymore,” Jesse interrupted firmly. “It’s possible now. Everything is taken care of.” He leaned back against his pillows. “In fact, our new house is officially finished. The movers are coming later this week to help transfer all our things from the old apartment. You don’t have to lift a single finger.” “Oh, thank God,” she breathed. Then, quieter, “Jesse... you’d tell me if this was too much, right? If you were in over your head?”

That was when I saw the wish list. From a house to a manicure, she'd assigned a price tag to eighteen years of care. The final line, bolded in red, cut into my eyes like a knife: "After this property is purchased, it will be for Chloe Collins's exclusive use. No one else will be permitted inside!" Back then, I'd still been naive enough to knock on her bedroom door and speak to her gently. "Chloe, we truly can't come up with the $90,000 down payment for the new house right now. Could we wait until after you graduate from college..."

ALEXANDRA The new house sat on a hill overlooking a lake. It was not a fortress. That was the point. After months of bunkers and safe rooms and walls built into mountains, Liam had found us something else. Something ordinary. Three bedrooms. A kitchen with windows that faced the sunrise. A porch with a swing. A yard where grass grew and flowers bloomed and, someday, a little girl would learn to run. It belonged to a shell company that belonged to another shell company. No one would trace it to us. But it felt like a home. Real walls. Real light. Real life.