The Owl House Swap Au 소설 & 이야기

Oliver revealed. “What?” Saulo asked in shock. “This was going to be my wedding gift to you two.” “This house?” “Yeah. What? You don't like it?” “Of course I like it, Oliver… you…” Saulo was speechless. “You know you're like a brother to me. And Aurora adores Denise. It'll be nice for us to be neighbors, don't you think? Besides, Denise will still be close to her aunt and uncle.” “Oliver, seriously, man… I don't even know what to say.”

Swallowing hard, I shift in my seat and take another drink of water. Logan messes with the radio and we drive the rest of the short way to his place listening to music and not talking. Yellow light spills from the porch and into the lawn. Logan and Owen live together in a cookie-cutter house in a newer subdivision on the outskirts of Eastwood. The house looks like it was lifted from a middle-aged housewife’s P*******t board, and is the last house I’d expect two eligible bachelors to live in.

And the latter, whilst true, was also… so arrogant of him. “I am selling the house, Owen,” she told him, exhausted by the ups and downs of it all. “And we are moving, you and I, because I want the furniture in it, to make the best money I can. You will help me move, this weekend, before the first open.” “F-k,” he said eloquently, and sighed. “Fine. We will swap houses. But the difference between the house prices we will split.” “Fine,” she agreed. “Then you will take on half the credit card bill.”

"Sorry, everyone. It looks like I'll be changing brides today." He sounded almost proud of himself. "My maid of honor, Talia Cross, surpasses Elise in every aspect. She's prettier, hotter, and better overall. You're all my witnesses. Elise and I are over. And let me be clear—I'll never take her back even if she begs me to forgive her." I said nothing as I looked at his smug face, my smile deepening with each ridiculous word pouring out of his mouth. Whispers immediately erupted through the crowd.

In fact, he glanced sideways at the fallen oysters, then laughed under his breath. "Alright," he said, his voice deep and amused, "I'll make sure to catch up tonight. We're getting on schedule." I won't get into how that night turned out, but for quite a while after that, I didn't dare bring oysters home again. Even when I found them while combing the beach, I'd hand them off to the other wives. One day, after another round of teasing, Kristen from next door suddenly changed the subject. "Hey, guess who I saw yesterday?"

Besides that, Oliver and I are planning on moving into what everyone is calling the Luna house. The old museum no longer draws attention since packs have moved on from the war. We also have a huge new office building that has everything our people need and the IT department moved out of my old home a couple of years ago. Oliver wants to restore the old house for us, so that Paul can have the alpha house once we give him the title. The chime of the clock draws my attention to the fact that our son is officially eighteen, and it almost feels as if everyone is holding their breath while his eyes scan the crowd.

After Silvia went back to the hotel to pack her things and bid farewell to Miya and Jane, she took a taxi to send her daughter back to Ophelia. While waiting for the taxi, Autumn told her, “Mama, Grandma and I don’t live at Aunt’s house anymore now.” Ryan found a house for Ophelia the next day, the last time she told him that she wanted to move out. He bought the house for his mother; after all, he could not let his mother live in a rented house at her age. After getting a housekeeper to clean it thoroughly, Ophelia went to the furniture shop by herself and bought a few more pieces of new furniture before moving in with Autumn.

Owen pushed the door open without knocking and found Aurora and Maxie putting pins on a huge map together in the room. Hellen’s mouth formed a shocking “o” when she saw Aurora. “What is she doing here!” Hellen pointed at Aurora and cried. Aurora raised an eyebrow, “This is the Gamma’s office. I am a Gamma. Of course I can be here. What are YOU doing here, Mrs. Ravenwood? Coming to kiss the new Gamma’s ass with your son?” Maxie looked at Owen. Her eyes freezing cold. “What do you want?” she asked. Owen strode forward very confidently and beamed at Maxie, “I am here to propose a partnership.”

Arabelle stood up, followed by Ulula and Gretel to the window. The beauty's eyes widened, and she couldn't determine whether she was afraid or amazed by what she saw. She can view the entire community from the outside, a community whose residents are various sorts of owls. "Do you understand what I mean now?" the old bird asks. Arabelle stood silently watching the creatures; she noticed a market with an owl selling, an owl cook wearing an apron, owls buying and carrying baskets, and a random owl pushing a cart with goodies. The maiden also sees structures as if they were human houses, with an owl tending plants, gardening, and hanging laundry. Suddenly, she remembered what Mago had said rece

However, Charlie urged, “Mr. Quinton, feel free to contact me if you face any similar issues again.” “Alright!” Graham was thrilled. “Understood, Master Wade.” Charlie then asked him, “By the way, when do you guys plan to move to Thompson First?” Graham said, “Aurora has been busy with this for the past few days. Our new place is already renovated. There’s not much that needs to be changed, except for some furniture. The place should be ready within these few days. Aurora said she’d invite you to have a meal and have a housewarming party soon. When that happens, please act like you know nothing about this and look surprised…”