Welcome To My Humble Abode Meaning Novels & Stories

I said, and meant it more deeply than the two words could carry. Inside, I stood in the center of the small living room and simply breathed for a moment. The apartment was modest , secondhand furniture arranged with a kind of accidental coziness, a single window looking out onto a quiet residential street where a woman was walking a small dog and a child was drawing something on the pavement with chalk. It was humble. It was nothing. It was, for right now, entirely mine.

He had a kind face, but I’d heard some stories on the horrible things he’d done, and I’d met his daughter, so I knew he was in no way kind. “Welcome to our humble abode,” The man opened his arms wide and receiving. “I think you should look up the word humble,” Alpha Tristian muttered from beside me, and I giggled. “Thank you for having us,” His Majesty smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"It's beautiful, but I thought you lived in some kind of castle or something." He chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "I may not live in a castle, but this place is my sanctuary," he explained. "It may not be grand, but it's filled with love and memories that make it truly special to me." I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and comfort as he spoke. It was clear that his home held a deep sentimental value, making it a truly unique and cherished space for him. As I looked around, I realized that it wasn't the grandeur or opulence that made this place special, but rather the personal touches and memories that adorned every corner.

It's a small home with 2 master bedrooms, two washrooms, a drawing room and a kitchen, filled with food ingredients. ‘‘Welcome to my safe home…no! Our safe home. I announced, looking at her. Her face failed to hide the surprise expression as she looked at me. ‘‘O..our!! Our house?’’ She asked, looking dead into my eyes, like she can see through my soul. ‘‘Uh-huh! Not a house…a home.’’ I correct her while walking near her. I cupped her beautiful face in both of my hands. ‘‘House means just a building, but home is where we live with our loved ones!’’ I softly whispered to her.

Dear Goddess, have mercy upon me. I mumbled out a hi, before giving him the box and walking inside shyly. He must have noticed how I looked so flushed after swallowing hard and he did saw me looking at his nipples shamelessly. The house wasn't anything like mine. Mine is something that was built in the olden days and was only checked on once in a while. But here, it looks like heaven. The dark color that gave out the intense vibes. The new modern technology stuff that filled out the entire room. Everything had just captivated my mind really. "Welcome to my abode." He said as I took a seat.

“I’ve told you — you’re welcome at the mansion anytime.” Dad says, “well, it’s not exactly ‘pop in for coffee and leave your shoes by the door’ vibe there.” “But you are welcome, all the same. You know that, don’t you?” “Yes, dear. But it’s so… well, buttoned-up there. It’s… not lived in,” Mom adds, not unkindly. “It’s like a museum that forgot to fill itself with people.” I can’t even argue. They’re not wrong.

’ I say as I give my mate a soft smile. Yes home, this realm is my home now. I mean what makes a home? To you a home may be just some building but to me, my home is these people here, right here, the people who are willing to go extra miles for me, the people to whom I would also not hesitate to go an extra mile for. ‘Right, home.’ Abbadon says with a happy smile as he takes me into his arms bridal style. This is where I belong and I have no doubts in my heart or mind about that.

which means money. I lived in a 3 bedroom apartment but had furniture only in a room, the parlour and the kitchen since I moved from a previous self-contain two years ago. In fact that was a living arrangement I had been content with had it not been for my mother calling me all the time urging me to settle down. I would always say "but Mama I am settled na" at which she would respond with a stinging vibe that always got me thinking. "Which kind settled (sigh) living like a married bachelor and you say you're settled"

The house was breathtaking—elegant, modern, and far bigger than I imagined. He simply smiled and said, “Welcome home.”

That is the only reason I was standing at his door right now. “What are you doing here?” He says in disbelief. It was like he did not like, seeing me here. “Are you going to welcome me in?” I ask as I smile broadly. I feel like hugging and kissing him all over, but I just control myself. “Come in. It's just that I don't want to create a scene out here. People consider me a humble person” he says as he closes his door from behind. His apartment looked nice. I loved it somehow. Though, I could never live here. It was too cheap for me. I liked impressive things only.