Welcome To My Humble Abode Meaning Novels & Stories

He added, sitting immediately on one of the leather chairs in the sitting room. "Well welcome to my humble home." I replied, gesticulating widely. "Wait! What is so humble about this beautiful home, everything in it smells money, like it is well polished for a royal family." he said, nodding his head like an agama lizard. "It's okay, Abdul, you haven't stopped with this your over exaggerations ? I know you, just be turning every small thing into a big deal, okay? This your mouth won't kill you but it will definitely put you into trouble, a very big one." I said sarcastically and we both started laughing out loudly like hyenas.

I could sense a hint of concern in his voice. I nodded, "Yes, of course," I replied, forcing a smile. "Okay then, do you want me to show you around?" He asked, getting up. Who wouldn't want to see his place? Of course, I was interested. "Yes, please," I said, getting up as well. He smiled at me. "Welcome to my humble abode; let me show you around since you'll move in soon." I rolled my eyes at the last statement.

Abigail's POV I looked around my surroundings with my mouth and eyes wide open. I was baffled as to what I was seeing. “Umm…wh-where are we?” I asked scanning everywhere bewildered. “Welcome home Young lady, this is where you will be staying,” he said, smiling genuinely. H-home? Is this really where I’ll be staying? Just how much money does this man have? What was in front of me didn’t look like an ordinary house. I have only seen this kind of house in TV shows. You know the kind they show in movies where billionaires live, that's what my eyes are seeing.

I don't know when that sentence escapes my mouth. " Well ,welcome to golden estate Marilyn. our new home." Mom says and I can't help smiling uncontrollably.

I tried to remember how I left the house when I left that morning and I was relieved when the door opened and we walked in and it was in order. I turned to him with an awkward smile. “Welcome to our home.” I said even more awkwardly. His eyes scanned the room like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. “What?” I asked, suddenly feeling uncomfortable. “You live here?” He asked, his voice filled with unbelief. My heart fell. I imagined how my home must look to someone who grew up in a mansion like Blackwell and lived there all his life. Like a cabinet probably. He grimaced and rubbed the back of his head and glanced at Melody.

Even though I was already following her side by side. “Nowhere fun. My apartment.” She said, “Doesn’t that need a formal invitation, something like ‘I'd love to have you at my humble abode?’, doesn't it?” I asked, laughing. “Who said it was humble?” She asked. Oops. “It's fucking boastful.” She laughed. “Sometimes I think it's too many colors, then I remind myself that it's on those days I be hating myself.” “That's great, I guess.” I didn't have anything else to say.

“Welcome to my humble abode”, Nek says, I can’t help but snort, so much for a humble abode; this house looks a palace, I’m sure it has more than 12 rooms. “Ehn…, it could do better”, I coolly say, he looks a bit downcast, but quickly hides his emotion. “Could you show me to my room, I need to shower and rest; you’d agree with me that today has been an eventful day”

"You're safe here in my abode." What exactly had I gotten myself into?

Grace “ Your home? What do you mean by your home, Mr. Roberto? ” My mouth dries. “ My home means my home. The place where I live? ” He replies, with his eyes closed. My jaw drops. Is he serious? Or is he being sarcastic? For a few moments, I stare at him, completely confused and stunned out of my mind. “ I don’t understand. ” I whisper, folding my arms across my chest. “ You will be safer in my house than anywhere in the world. Ethan can’t come for you there like he came barging into the penthouse. ” He states as a matter of fact.

I muttered. “His name is Tobere,” I almost jumped out of my skin, he was coming around the side of the hut. “Welcome to my humble abode, he smiled. “You’re frowning again, seems like you do that a lot.” “As a matter of fact, I do, when I’m speaking with people who have little respect.” “Little respect?”