The New Old House Novels & Stories

It had been deemed ready to move in a few days ago but I waited till weekend so we would have more hands on deck — there was no school for the teens on weekends and most of my pack members were off from their human jobs as well. The new pack house looked nothing like the old one. Whereas the old one looked to be a massive log cottage the new one had a slightly modern touch. It was bigger than the old one, washed in browns and whites with marble steps leading up to white French doors. The back of the house was glass, looking out onto the massive backyard. Each room in the house was designed differently with the input of the pack members.

We all walked inside and entered the living room together, it was extremely large, clean, my eyes shifted to the same white pale walls that I’ve always come to known since I been a child growing up in this house – it Has never changed over the years and no matter how many times I’ve been in this house – it was the same damn reaction, Same thought that screamed in the back of my mind - welcome to your new prison. – no doubt Gary must have wanted his members on pack duties to make them feel at home – A safe place they can call their own. Even when they faced the notion they wouldn’t survive outside their old pack – but For the ones who clung onto some kind hope no matter how small it was – it

“Okay,thanks man. Bye.” “Hmm bye” Blaine told a lie. It's not just a headache. Unknown memories kept flashing through his mind yesterday, but he couldn't tell Jake about them. Nobody knows he has amnesia, and he doesn't want anyone else to know. Blaine arrived at the address that Jake had sent him after a while of walking. "What a big house!" he exclaimed. This house appears to be several times bigger than the size of his previous apartment. Is it true that the rent is lower here?

"But you're going to lose this time. Nancy's already eight. She has a say about who she wants to live with." Nancy hid behind Vivian, and the way she looked at me was distant and cold. She didn't even hesitate when she said, "I want to live with Mom and Jason." I suddenly thought of the video Jason Reed had sent me the night before. Apparently, they celebrated New Year's Day early and already had dinner together. With how happy they looked, they were like a real family of three. At the table, Nancy had frowned and said, "This is all Dad's fault! He makes us celebrate New Year's Day early every year."

I didn't know what he was thinking, but the sadness radiating from him was impossible to ignore. I couldn't help but smile. Could it be that I was starting to feel something for him? "What's wrong?" I asked softly. "Mabes, are you planning to go back?" "Go back where?" "Swelgan." "Ambrose, my home is in Suttonville. I've done nothing wrong, so I'll go back when I feel like it." Ambrose fell silent instantly. I turned to look at him and saw the unease on his face, suddenly understanding what he was thinking.

I grabbed the bag I had been traveling with and closed the door. I pulled open the door and walked into the house. The house looked old outside, and the furniture was shabby and dusty. There wasn't much to see in the house—just an old television, an old couch, dusty rugs, and a small table with a worn-out radio on top it. When I bought the house from the previous owner, I had plans to bring the house down to build the third base, just in case one of the assassins led Hayden to our second base.

The sink was crammed with dishes, the air sour and stale. She wasn't the radiant Janet anymore. Just a lonely, unkempt old woman who couldn't manage on her own. Gray streaks took over her hair. Her clothes hadn't been washed in forever. Yesterday, the electricity shut off. That night, every other apartment glowed. Hers stayed dark. She stood there realizing she had no clue how to top up the utility card. In the pitch-black apartment, she felt her way to the bedroom and slammed into the wardrobe. Only after Harlan disappeared did it hit her—order didn't happen by magic. A clean, quiet home took work. Constant work.

I took off my sunglasses and stared at the lake, ringed by snowy peaks, then drew in a slow breath. "Matteo, I don't have a home anymore." Matteo scoffed, something deadly flashing in his eyes. "Non preoccuparti. As long as I'm still breathing, you've got a home here. In this place, no one lays a hand on you or Luna." Later that night, after I'd tucked Luna in, I played the recording for Matteo. When it was over, he stayed quiet, cleaning his gun as the steel gleamed cold in his gaze.

Chapter 110: A Clean Slate The Nova Terra farmhouse greeted them with the tired look of a place that had been waiting too long for someone to care about it. The walls were dusty. The air smelled faintly of damp wood, forgotten seasons and quiet neglect. Old floorboards creaked under their steps like an elderly man clearing his throat. Yet to Luca and Ethan, it was perfect. It was not a palace, not a hideout and not a battlefield. It was a physical representation of their new beginning. It was something they would have to build from the ground up, slowly and honestly, side by side, without secrets between them.

A waitress with teased hair, kind eyes, and a name tag that said MARGIE waved me over. “Well, hey there, stranger,” she said. “Passing through?” “Actually, I just moved into the old house up on Ridge Hill.” Her hand froze halfway to the coffee pot. “You mean the Varyn House?” I blinked. “Uh… yeah, I guess so.” Margie’s smile flickered like the sign outside. “That place has been empty for a long time.” “Yeah, I won it in a radio contest,” I said, trying to sound like that wasn’t completely insane.