The New Old House Novels & Stories

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We weren’t going to let close to two billion dollars—and that’s after splitting it in half between Sharon and me slip through our fingers. The house isn’t a palace by any means. It’s old, which made it more expensive than a new build. I suppose history carries a hefty price tag. The basement is stone, and the outside features the same charming river rock above painted blue brick. It’s only two stories high, but it has four bedrooms, two bathrooms, and all the old-school charm of golden radiators (now defunct), claw foot bathtubs, tiled fireplaces, oak woodwork, original thin plank blonde hardwood floors, and stained glass windows. The house really is nice. I’ll be sad to sell it when I leave

His house looked from his point of view, there was little left. The house was too big. It had been bought a year ago, after, in his old house, they discover a fault. On top of that, though, he couldn't live in the same place he had lived with Sarah before everything happened. He wanted a fresh start, so he bought the safest house he could find in New York. It was quite spacious. On the outside it was bathed in a light gray color, quite nice, there was ample room for shade, it had two wide floors, and its rustic appearance was quite nice. It looked like a castle.

Late one night, I came across a post asking everyone to share their wedding photos. I was about to leave mine in the comments when I saw a pinned reply. It was a set of wedding photos of my wife and my cousin. My mind went blank. I clicked into the poster's profile. There were more than a hundred posts, and almost all of them were wedding photos. I scrolled all the way down and opened the first one. At the top of the comments was a message from my childhood best friend: [Finally public! I've been waiting forever for this. Wishing you two a lifetime together!] Right below it was my mother's comment: [You both look wonderful. Take good care of each other.] There were also comments f

Alexis and Adrian together got out of the car slowly. The two of them had just arrived right in front of the old house belonging to the Alexis family, right at night. Alexis looked at her old house with her dreamy eyes. There was a longing clearly visible in her eyes right now and in there. Alexis continued to stare at the house with bitterness in her heart. A house that is dominated by white color, two stories, with a large yard in front and behind. In addition, the fence and Alexis' old house are even starting to wear out. And the vines that circled the entire front of the house there. Alexis sighed. He felt his legs turn to tremble, and did not dare to be able to take a single step to get

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.

the old woman said hoarsely. The doctor paused before continuing, “It’s not entirely hopeless… The bodies of the elderly are no less stronger than the younger ones. However, it will take some effort. Hold on.” Tabitha chuckled, “No, I’ve lived long enough. Please… write my will… for me… Say that… I’m leaving… the Wynn’s old mansion… to… my granddaughter… The… housing deed… is… is… in… the… Tremont…Tremont Estate...The house...that… I was previously… staying in… Under the mattress… Write it down…”

"You have a job, so you should understand I can't be late for my appointment. Also, you're the one who bought the house and car, so I don't want any of it. As for the furniture and electrical appliances, think of them as my donation to you. "If you insist on pestering me and making it impossible for me to continue living here, I'll buy a flight ticket and leave this place tomorrow." After that, I turned and left with Damien, not giving Morgan the chance to speak. This time, he didn't come after me. I heard the sound of something falling to the ground and Iris crying out in shock. I faltered but didn't turn around. … From that day on, Morgan didn't show up anymore. Thanks to Damien, I kept bu

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.

He said. What was he talking about? “The house rent hasn’t expired yet,” I told him. And besides, this is illegal. “Yes, I’d gladly refund the day rent.” He said giving me an envelope. "Isn't this illegal?" I queried. "In some cases, the law is of no use." He said and walked away. I watched him walk away in horror. How could they use a place like this for a business? I quickly went inside. Carrie sat down on a chair. She was drinking the milk that was in the freezer. How did she get that?