Welcome To My Humble Abode Novels & Stories

They walked some more past three doors before he finally halted in front of one of the doors and inserted a key in the keyhole. He pushed open the door, allowing her to walk in before he did. The interior was simple; not too extravagant but it didn’t look unkempt either. “Welcome to my humble abode. I know it’s not up to what you’re used to but I hope you can make do with tonight.” She smiled. He still knew her even after all these years. “Would you like some hot chocolate, ma’am?” She tilted her head with a chuckle, “How do you know I still drink that?”

He didn’t break eye contact, his lips curving into a slow smirk. “Welcome home, honey,” he murmured, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Let’s see if you can handle the monster you’ve unleashed.” ✧✧✧ The mansion doors creaked open, and a chill slithered over my skin. I hesitated on the threshold, staring into the vast, opulent space before me. The place was magnificent, undeniably so, but it felt hollow and cruel. It looks like a palace dressed up to hide its true nature. A cage disguised in luxury.

I hoped that I would be able to find a job and a place to live quickly so that I would not have to impose on him for too long. The drive to his apartment was short and uneventful. As we pulled into the parking lot, I glanced at the modest building, taking in its simple facade. It was a budget apartment, but it was clean and well-kept. I followed him up the stairs, curious to see what his apartment would be like. When we arrived at his door, he turned to me with a smile. "Welcome to my humble abode," he said, his tone light and cheerful.

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.

story house, a giant garage, I could see that there was a room inside it full of cars with a hood on top of each one. We got out of the car and headed for the door. “Welcome to my father's house, America. House, I would call this a castle, what things in life, while I'm in my apartment struggling to improve it. "I promise not to be silly," I raised my hand in peace. A butler opened the door. “Mr. Dalton, a pleasure to have you here”he made a strange gesture of welcome”to the lady too, she is very welcome. I nodded

What about you? Abby: I’m great, thanks! Abby: Get dressed and wear something nice. I’m coming to pick you up in half an hour. Me: Uh… why? Abby: I feel like tequila and dancing. So, I’m taking you out! Abby: Plus, you need to be social. It’s not healthy to stay home all the time. Me: Okay, okay! I’ll go out. Abby: Yay! See you soon. I shoved my phone into my pocket as I walked inside. My home was modern and comfortable, with large windows that allowed natural light to flood the rooms. Clean lines, neutral colors, and stylish furniture gave the house an elegant feel while still making it feel warm and welcoming.

While the others around it are much larger and bulkier. “Welcome to your new home,” Miss Prior says, turning around to smile at me. What have I gotten myself into?

The new-look amazed me but, I should never bite this bait. But my prayer failed me when I saw the notes on the coffee table. So I grab it, and when I saw excellent calligraphy handwritten, I mentally facepalmed. ‘You’re welcome. Enjoy your new home. I already buy the whole building under your name. So again, you’re welcome.’ That’s it! I hate him more! Who does he think he is?

We are more free now than before. “Let’s go now to my humble abode,” he said. “Humble abode sounds better. I think I’ll like it better than I liked your guesthouse,” I said. “So, you really don’t want to live with a billionaire?” he asked. “I’m a regular girl. It’s overwhelming to live with a billionaire,” I said. “Then, I won’t strive to become a billionaire again,” he said. “You could become a billionaire again and I will still want to live with you,” I said.

“And… you’re always welcome to come to my home, too. I meant what I said about you always having a place there.” She smiles, a genuine but hesitant expression. “I wouldn’t want to impose. You have enough on your plate.” I chuckle. “Imposing? Abby, you’d never be an imposition. My home will always be open to you. It was our home once, too.” “Well, then… maybe I’ll take you up on that offer sometime,” she says, her eyes twinkling as she gazes up at me. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll surprise you with another visit soon.”