Welcome To My Humble Abode Novels & Stories

It held her in place and she subconsciously, wanted to stay and look at the most beautiful thing her eyes had ever seen. Humble home? This was anything but humble. Before she could catch herself, she chuckled. It was loud enough for his sharp ears. "This is anything but humble. Sir," Ava added. The smile spread, that he almost laughed. Squinting at her, "what would you call it?" His voice was husky and almost in whispers. It felt like his voice was drawing her out. Ava had never felt like that and it made the gears in her head to spin without control.

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.

Adam chuckled softly at Ayana's remark, the sound echoing gently through the spacious room. "Well, I suppose 'humble' might not be the most accurate description," he admitted with a wry smile. "But it's home." Ayana couldn't help but smile at his response, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort settle over her as she gazed around the room. Despite the opulence that surrounded them, there was an air of coziness and familiarity that made Adam's house feel welcoming and inviting.

“I have nowhere else to go.” I feel it instantly, the broken edges, the isolation that clings to him despite his formidable presence. I step forward, offering a smile that I hope carries warmth, patience, and the invitation to trust. “Then you’ve found a home,” I say softly. “Welcome to the Haven of Shadows.”

“Told you they wanted to be properly introduced to you.” “Okay,” he muttered with a deep breath. “Forget about any experience you’ve had in the past. These are just ordinary people, and they’re really nice. Keeping that in mind will make it easier.” He glanced at me with a funny smirk. “If the demon whisperer says so.” “Oh, c’mon.” “Welcome home, Fran,” said the app when we started up the steps to the porch. “Thank you, Ann, Edward. Happy New Year.” “Welcome to Blotter Manor, Mr. Price,” said the app the moment we reached the porch.

I didn't want to seem like some desperate little girl. A heavy exhale made me slump back into my chair. At least I had a homemade dinner to look forward to. **** Tristan's house was as Tristan as it got. It was a massive compound on top of a small hill and it had its own gate. The set up was so fancy, I had to get buzzed in. “Welcome to my humble abode,” Tristan said as I got out of my car. “Humble?” I queried, exaggeratedly gesturing to about. “I'm surprised you didn't have a butler waiting for me with a red carpet.”

welcome to Russvik, dogs! There is no doubt that you can survive here. As I heard, Hakon said he was a newcomer at 1 o'clock. - Chief Hakon at 1 o'clock. That's my title. you use it Otherwise, Rousseau, it will tear your limbs like a child tormenting Paris.

This…was a whole town squished into one. I gawked. This building structure, oh my goodness. My eyes widened as the vehicle wound down the path, and a few security officials loomed ahead. A maid opened the door. I could guess from her uniform. I stepped out, utterly stunned that my heart could rip. “What? Is this where Mara— I, is this where we live?” Atlas, beside me, adjusted his shirt. “Welcome to my humble abode, my dear wife?” “Humble? This is nothing close. Oh my god! Atlas, you mean that I live here?”

Just two words. “Welcome home.”

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.