Welcome To My Humble Abode Meaning の小説・ストーリー

he called out, "Welcome to my humble abode." I snorted, rolling my eyes. "Humble abode?" I repeated. "This place is a paradise!" Grandfather chuckled,"Well, perhaps it is a bit extravagant," he admitted. "But it's home, nonetheless." “I’m so glad you two are here as well,” he shifted his attention to my parents, grinning widely. “Come, sit too.” We sat down in awkward silence, on the chairs opposite his desk, our eyes fixed on him, “So, why are we here?” Sylvester asked, breaking the silence.

Cora "Come in" I reluctantly entered his house. It's a mini flat, very comfortable and homely. "Welcome to my home" he said as he closed the door behind us. I couldn't stop admiring the simple but nice house. All my life has been at the orphanage. The halls, bonk beds and all, i have always dreamed of being in a proper home. But no one was interested in adopting me. Now I am in this man's house.

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued "Where?" "My humble abode" he said, still holding my hand "I have a feeling you are going to love it as much as I do” “Hmmm” I hummed smiling, as I leaned back in my seat, feeling excitement buzzing in me.

With Abaddon at my side, there was no doubt in my mind that this journey would be replete with love and support. Abaddon's voice reverberated throughout the halls as he detailed the intricate features of the house. As we continued our exploration of this remarkable abode, a sense of optimism and hope enveloped me. With Abaddon at my side and this extraordinary place as our refuge, I knew that any challenges that lay ahead would be met with strength and resilience.

I already knew. It wasn’t just an apartment. He was living in a pent house. I swallowed. So he is that rich? Why then was he staying at a hotel, if he lived in such a place? “Welcome to my humble abode.” He turned towards me. “This is anything but humble.” I mumbled.

“The walls, I bet they're for resisting the cold when it gets too intense?” “Yeah you're right, I'm very skeptical about my health so I chose to live here.” He replied and unlocked the door, letting himself in as I followed. “Welcome to my humble home.” He said and made a funny gesture as I laughed out loud. Running away isn't so bad as I thought, guess I'm gonna enjoy my stay here.

Her faint wrinkles are now crevasses of time, etched so deeply into her small face it is hard to imagine where the burrowing folds end. “So what happened to your cottage, is it just standing empty somewhere?” I ask as I prepare a foul smelling green herbed brew in her rattling copper kettle. “It disintegrated. Every move I made weakened it a little more.” “I better not start off in a huge castle then, probably cave in after one move.” “It has happened before. Modesty is always preferred. It keeps you humble.” Living in a shitty little cavern of nik-naks. It would keep me insane, not humble, but I decided not to elaborate on that point. “Good point.”

Her eyes lit up as she saw me and she rushed towards me, pulling me into a tight embrace. "Aubrey! Welcome back," she said, pulling back to study me with pride and relief shining in her eyes. "Thank you," I replied, offering her a small smile. "It's good to see you again." We exchanged a few more pleasantries as we made our way to her car. Memories of the past flooded my mind like a rushing river, but as we approached my new home, I felt a sense of triumph rising within me. This wasn't just any house—it was a symbol of my success, a representation of how far I had come. In fact, the house I bought was ranked as the tenth most expensive house in the entire country. Ryder wouldn't stand a chan

Home is not what I would call his place. It is big and beautiful. It is grand like a palace. I wanted to hate the place so bad. But it's beauty is be witching me. "Breathtaking isn't it?", asked him as if echoing my thoughts. "It is OK", I admitted with a grudge. "Atleast you won't have a complaint about the place you are about to live", he pointed out cheerfully. "This is not my home", I said.

I have to admit that I've kind of gotten used to the nickname although I'll never say it out loud. If God is still there and if he still thinks me as his child, I just want to thank him for this. For giving me friends like them. After him, I never thought I can be a friend to anyone but it looks like I was wrong. I smile at them. "Then welcome my humble house" Yea for me this place is a house, not my home.