Vacant By Choice Novels & Stories

Vergara interrupted that made me look at him. "Of course, it does. We also have a village that has vacant lots for your house soon, Mr. Vergara. You can always visit there and choose a place." Flame was the one who answered so I didn't add up on it because I'm sure I'm not in my usual self now so I might just ruin this whole setup. "I just said earlier that I want my house in a place that I am the one who chooses. Is your provided village in a forest? No, right? If you can't fulfill my needs, I can just go check out other companies, though." He answered and laid back on his seat.

Her door burst open and Yvonne ran in, stopping beside her. "Look what I found" Yvonne said, flashing a flyer at her face. Katherine stoically took the flyer and perused into it. "A vacancy?" Her eyes lit up at the first few words she read. Yvonne nodded. "A friend gave it to me," she answered. "I went to the venue to check out the company and damn, it is huge! I'm positive they pay massively. And I confirmed the vacancy, it's one hundred percent legit" Yvonne said, beaming with smiles.

She hoped to buy herself an apartment else how long would she keep on paying twenty five thousand dollars just to sleep in a hotel that doesn't offer food. The only good thing about the hotel is that it has a swimming pool inside aside from the one outside. The one inside was made for the sake of privacy. Also the hotel has a gym center where their customers could engage in both yoga exercise and hard work outs. These places are usually used by those lodging for a long period of time as such, business men usually makes use of this hotel and lasting up to a year or even more than depending on their type of business. She thought about Sammy who had promised to come pic her up by 9am. "He could

I was merely going on a holiday; it wasn’t like I was cheating on or betraying him. For the next 4 hours, I sit in complete silence until we arrive at Tenerife South Airport and I catch a taxi to Royal Hideaway Corales Suites. Last night I booked a one bedroom villa suite for 2 weeks in advance and they were all too happy to have Sebastian Dumont’s wife there. I informed them about my allergy and asked them to let their staff know as it could be quite dangerous for me. I had a whole vacation planned for myself; beaches, art galleries, national parks. Might as well spend the money I was married into.

“You… own it?” He chuckled at my surprise. “The entire apartment complex. Bought it along with a few more buildings years back after I left the military. Easier than dealing with landlords. And it keeps me busy, too.” He tapped the table once, casual. “There’s a vacant apartment. You can stay there for free. Consider it… a neighbor’s welcome gift.” I frowned, torn between gratitude and pride. “No. I can’t just live off you like that. I want to work and I want to earn my own money.”

ONE MOMENT IT IS RAINING THE NEXT MOMENT THE SUN IS SHINING, SOME PEOPLE SAY CAPE TOWN WEATHER IS LIKE A WOMAN'S MOOD, ALWAYS CHANGING. SHE WENT TO SIT DOWN AND PLACED HER CUP ON A COASTER ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN AND SLOWLY BREATHED IT OUT AGAIN. SHE WANTED TO CLEAR HER THOUGHTS. SHE NEEDED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. SHE COULDN'T KEEP THIS SITUATION GOING. SHE NEEDED TO MAKE A CHOICE. SHE KNEW SHE LOVED BOTH AND SHE LOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY WERE BOTH SO DIFFERENT, SHE JUST COULDN'T BRING HERSELF TO CHOOSE.

I’ve heard a saying that goes thus; if you want to make enemies, choose them wisely. I don’t believe I chose mine wisely. And I don’t believe there’s a saying like that actually… But it still makes sense because I could have chosen enemies who were less powerful and cruel so that my life’s predicament wouldn’t be as brutal. But I went ahead and did the opposite. But then again, sometimes, we are choiceless when it comes to selecting our enemies. Sometimes, it just happens naturally and we find random cruel people hunting us down and aiming to destroy our lives.

After saving money with Justin Pierre for five years, we finally went to view a house. My best friend, Maria Houston, came along too. "The master bedroom needs a walk-in closet. Can we knock down this wall?" she asked Justin while pointing at the floor plan I had been looking at for the past six months. "I'll get a designer to take a look tomorrow. You can change it however you want." The two of them discussed everything, from the direction the apartment faced to the tiles, from the floor-to-ceiling windows to the bathtub. Meanwhile, I stood in the corner, unable to get a word in. When it was time to sign the papers, he seemed to suddenly remember I was here and said, "We'll put this pla

“I don’t know. A hotel, probably.” “For how long?” “Until I figure something out.” “And your apartment?” My chest tightened. “Our lease is in both our names.” “Then you have every right to return.” “I know.” But knowing I had the right to go back and actually wanting to were two completely different things. “I just can’t go back there yet.” Adrian was silent for a moment. Then he said, “Vale Global has several furnished staff apartments.” I turned toward him. “Okay?” “One is currently vacant.”

" If you want some spaces to breathe, i-if you’re overwhelmed a bit then I get it. Just . . . don't make permanent choices off of something that won't take long to fade." She glanced in my direction, blank stare from the same woman whose face could convey so much all in a split second, such that when she simply said," Okay," and we parted ways I had a feeling that things were only switching into a lane that we would both need to be careful of.