Welcome To My Humble Abode Meaning Novels & Stories

I might as well rest for the rest of the day; most of my meetings are scheduled for tomorrow, after all. He nodded in reply and just headed home. I realized that I've been calling it ‘home’ recently; I just refer to it as a house most times. What I call a home is a place where you look forward to going to because there's happiness there, people who love you as much as you do them. A house is just a building where I stay for the sake of living. And just for that moment, I craved for that kind of thing. That time when I'll look forward to going to the house because there's someone or some people there who mean the world to me.

Even the idea of sorting through my belongings feels like a monumental task, one I’m not ready to face just yet. "My home will always be yours," Abel says softly, his tone laced with sincerity. There’s something comforting in the way he says it, like he’s offering me a sanctuary, a place where I can finally let go of the weight I’ve been carrying. "I would have asked you to move in with me, but maybe it's a little soon," he adds nervously, a hint of color rising to his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck. Despite everything, I chuckle at his awkwardness, the sound surprising me in its lightness.

why But it's nice to hear, it's as if I've only just heard such a thing. "H-ha?" as if I didn't understand. But honestly, I'm just holding back the thrill as well. I don't know, it's just a simple thank you but my heart is overflowing with joy. "For this, I mean to thank you for accepting me in your life and your house. I was homeless at that time, I need a place to live first," he said.

Even though I hated this place, I had to remind myself that I was here for the pack and for my father. I was the only thing we could use in exchange for peace. What right did I have to be picky about the decorations? After bringing my luggage inside, Edmond looked at me meaningfully as if he wanted to say something. I waited, holding my breath expectantly, but all he did was turn around and leave. "Edmond," I called after him. "Is there something you want to say? I'm new here, is there something you think I should know?" Edmond stopped and turned around. He opened his mouth, and his expression was even more puzzling. Finally, he smiled at me. "Miss, this will be your home from today onwards.

Some minutes later, we arrived at his home, and unfortunately, my thoughts were exactly what I am seeing here, so there is no doubt that the inside look would be the same. “Welcome to my humble residence,” he said, smiling at me. “Thank you,” I replied. “You can come in; this is where you would live, okay? So I suggest you don't act like a stranger, okay?” He said it with a soft voice. "Oh, but I am still in need of the environment, so I need some time to get used to these surroundings,” I said. “Okay, so I guess I will show you your room immediately so you can freshen up immediately,” he said to me.

Sorry for using Missy on you" "Man..this is so good. I'll be needing more' "I've never seen you eat this way before" "Even at my husband's house. The truth is I tend to eat a lot in a comfortable place" "So, you're comfortable in my middle class house? "This place is great. It's quiet and lovely. I like it. More like a vacation home. Everything here is so nice simple with warm designs" "Thanks for the compliment" "I'm being honest. More please... please"

"But my home-" "No one will find this place, little witch. Don't worry about something like this." Something like this? "I know that this doesn't look much comfortable for someone like you, who lives between nobles and royals, someone who's close to a freaking king. But this is my home, I built this from zero, so you can think it's ridiculous, but I love this place." You can joke about me, but not about my little house, this is precious for me. "And I must tell you now that I kinda forgot how to interact with people and be civilized, and I had the problem of saying what I think. If you still want to take me with you, you must be aware of this."

In that moment, standing amidst the carefully curated collection of memories and treasured possessions, I felt a profound sense of reverence. They had a wonderful home. I was the only odd one here. This modest home held a wealth of stories, waiting to be shared and celebrated. With each step I took, I could sense the whispers of the past, urging me to uncover the narratives that had shaped this place into a sanctuary of love and cherished moments before I showed up.

"We have not changed it." "I know." "We were waiting." "For what." "For you to come back." I closed my eyes. "Thank you," I said. "Do not thank me. It is just a room." "It is not just a room. It is a home." "Same thing." "No. It is not."

He asked her with a cheshire cat smile. " You call this freaking place, Humble abode? It literally has everything that's necessary and not. Do you even get time to use those cinema room and gym? " If he called that humble abode, then she'd be a beggar on the streets with her one bedroom apartment. "Of course I get time to use them that's the reason I have it in my place" He didn't know he'd enjoy teasing her so much. "Yeah. That's the reason you have it in your place " She repeated after him and he smiled again.