Under The Same Roof Novels & Stories

Same as always. Home.

Be ready. Rose smiled thinly. Above them all, the penthouse lights burned on—three lives under one roof, each telling themselves a different version of the same lie. And none of them knew how close they were to the moment everything would finally break. l

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

They took the elevator to the top floor, the penthouse he had reserved. There were two bedrooms inside. They had their own rooms, but Rose still felt uneasy. Why did they need to stay in the same place? Sure, she stayed under the same roof as Aaron at Suzannah’s house—but there were many people there. Not just the two of them. “God, there’s no way I’m going out wearing this,” Aaron grumbled, getting fussy again. “I’ll buy your clothes once the stores open. Can’t you just be patient?” Rose tried to hold back her annoyance.

"A woman’s endurance is her crown, she continued. If you want this marriage to last, you must understand that your place is here. Under this roof. And under my rules." The words tightened something around my throat. I nodded, though every bone in me wanted to ask what about my own rules? My own roof? But again, I swallowed the question. That night, lying in Emeka’s room, I watched him snore softly, his chest rising like a tide that knew no storm. The compound was silent, except for the occasional cough of a night guard outside. I traced the ring on my finger, its gold dull in the dim light.

“I apply for synchronous online class, so I’ll stay here for a while” “Have you eaten dinner yet?” “Not yet” He acts like a child as he is holding his stomach Niccolo just pats Ren’s head before leading him to the kitchen. The closure of the two will really be envied by others but for Bernadette, it is a big headache, they call each other almost every day when Ren was in Australia, and they even talk business. The similarity between the two is what she is guessing is the reason for their closeness. This makes her bitter since her husband is indifferent to his son and Bram, but with Ren people will think that they’re the biological siblings. The way the two laughed and talked made Bernadett

that must be it. "Oh, by the way, where does Anne work?" Beatrice looked around slowly. There were many people wandering around there. Some had fierce appearances, bare-chested with tattoos, and some seemed to be carrying large bags, who knows what was inside. "She's over there. In the right wing of this house." Beatrice frowned. "This house has wings?" "Yes, Beatrice," Ute said with a little laugh. "We're in the main building. The right wing is for Sam's operational headquarters. The left wing is where everyone who lives here stays."

His friend was going to confess and he liked it, maybe because it would have represented more juicy business if it hadn’t been April who was occupying Lucian’s 80% brain. “Yes, Manuel, I have a woman living under the same roof as me. And I also have her son.” Manuel’s smile erased. Well, that would’ve been the last thing he would’ve expected from Lucian. Manuel could already confirm it, his friend was going crazy. Come on! He had never ever had a woman in his house, he just rented a hotel room, or even used one of his houses in town and enjoyed the weekend with her, but nothing else! “What the fuck did you just say?!”

The fresh air she breathed made her feel calmer. Caterina walked with gentle steps, crossing the long and luxurious corridors in the mansion. As he walked, she couldn't help but gaze at the architectural beauty of the mansion. The high, white walls, as well as the large, curved windows, make the headquarters look like a palace. Who would have thought that this place was the headquarters of a mafia family? "What are you doing? Are you on a hidden mission? What are you looking for in this base?” Rossie asked matter-of-factly.

" - he yelled going towards the sink to clean his coffee-smeared arm. - You are crazy? - Rafa almost shouted staring at me like I was an idiot. — No, I'm tired of that place, and I've decided, today I resign. — Are you forgetting that the three of us are living together in this hell of an apartment and we share the expense?" I'm not going to pay your share, no, you can fight. — exclaimed my friend, it was incredible how he used irony in absolutely everything, even when he was angry.