The New Old House Novels & Stories

I halted at the doorstep of the house we got to and looked up, gazing at it. Then I turned to my stepbrothers who ignored me and walked right inside. I joined them, my eyes still wide open. “This is our new house?” “The old man’s dead. We’re claiming his house,” Thane told. This one was much bigger than the other one, there were couches, rooms and beds. I could already see myself being thrown all over the place, me and my fantasies living in the fresh as my brothers.

That is, until a mysterious fire broke out and burned the building to the ground, nearly taking the old woman with it. But Miss Penny escaped, along with the nurses and a lodger. Luckily, no lives were lost that day. And now, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the new house built by the Carters stands partially on the old foundation, defiant against the ancient tangle of marsh that lays siege to its borders. I hoped that this building, all shiny and new, would mark the start of a better era for the property. Perhaps new bones and new blood would be enough to break the cycle of horror that has played on repeat for centuries.

“That will be electric as soon as I can find someone to do it. It’s too cold for this in and out shit.” Kat had always had a thing for old things. Robert loved his technology, anything that could “make life easier” he had to have. The photos online had excited Kat to the point she could explode. He had most definitely keep her taste in mind when picking the home. It was an old colonial made of white brick with beautiful shutters. “What do you think? Did I do good?” Robert watched as Kat leaned forward to take in the house from the driver seat, her mouth ajar.

His expression faltered, his mouth opening, but no words coming out. I took a deep breath and continued, “You say you’ve changed, but you haven’t! From the start, everything you did was selfish. You never truly cared about my feelings. You say you cherish me, but when I needed respect the most, where were you? James, you’re only trying to make up for your guilt. You’ve never truly respected me.” He froze, staring at me with disbelief, as if he were seeing me for the first time. I let out a cold laugh, turned, and left, leaving one final sentence behind. “The old me always tolerated and compromised, but the new me will never again.”

I turned my face to the window. “Are you okay?” I asked finally, soft. His jaw ticked. Just once. “No.” He didn’t elaborate. He didn’t have to. The pain in his voice said everything. --- The new house was nothing like the last. It wasn’t glass and steel and cold corridors. It was stone. Old. Secluded. Tucked deep into a wooded cliffside like it wanted to hide from the world. “I bought this five years ago,” Ethan said. “Never used it.”

At some point, his eyes closed, the taste of five blue, seven red, four yellow on his tongue, his mind struggling with Eve just becoming the wall. The fuck? *** He smelled rotten wood first. Wet, rotten wood. Damp dirt. Dust and grime. The feeling of something crawling underneath his head. Beneath the floor boards and through the dirt, a hidden something just inches away. This was the old house. The last house. The abandoned one in the woods. After Pop skipped town, the fucker, and Mom got too sick to work. “Five bucks for a hand job?” she said. “Too fuckin’ old and sick and tired for that kind of shit. Won’t even get us McDonald’s.”

Elisha’s POV We went to his newly purchased house. It's cool that he owns a lot of property in this town. He just bought an old home in the woods that made me feel like I was living in the Middle Ages. The owner of the little tiny house fixed it up. It looked ancient from the outside, but the inside was impressive. I sat down on the couch and noticed that there were many lovely paintings on the wall. It was so pretty that I got up and walked around with a smile. When I saw a small door that led underground, I opened it, and he followed me down there.

"I want to show you something. Our new home." He did not bother explaining where he had been all this time. My heart felt nothing—not anger, not sorrow. Just numbness. Wordlessly, I followed him into the car. He drove us to a luxury villa community in the suburbs. At the grand entrance, we ran into Ivy. She pulled up in a sleek red sports car, rolled down her window, and flashed a dazzling smile. "Joe, Belle—what a coincidence! I just moved in too. Right next door." I trailed after Joe into the so-called 'new home.'

My Alpha mate, Kane, finally reached out through the mind-link after three days of me not showing up at his door to make a scene. His voice cut into my head, carrying a rare trace of satisfaction. "Looks like you finally understand that the rules of the Blackwood Pack aren't just for show. Since you've learned your lesson, I'll give you the pass to the healing springs. And stop making a fuss over every little thing where Selena's concerned." I didn't answer. Just looked down at the bloodstains still dried between my thighs. Kane probably thought I'd finally learned to obey. Learned to bow my head to him and Selena. No one believed that I, as Luna, had to apply to Beta Selena just to use the

"You're lying! Bastard! Christianity is overrated. But the real Church will rise like a phoenix rising from the ashes.” “What real Church?” “It has nothing to do with your nonsense. What's in your pockets? Is that a religious artifact that could determine the fate of humanity?" “That's more like a conspiracy theory!” the pope laughed. The old man prayed silently. He was still thinking of ways to prolong his life so he could contact someone and hand over this artifact. “Yes! I love this crazy game with my victims!” “Please spare our lives.” “Who cares? I believe your God must be laughing at you now.”