Welcome To Your New Home Freak Novels & Stories

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

Robert watched as Kat leaned forward to take in the house from the driver seat, her mouth ajar. “It’s not a new home, but it has good bones and with your touch.” He placed his hand on her shoulder and squeezed with a smile. “It’s not new but, its new to me. It’s beautiful Robert, really” For the first time in about a year she felt her trademark smile grace her face and tears well in her eyes. She placed her hand on his and pressed her check against his cold hand. “Welcome home family.” Robert leaned back. Welcome home.

He scanned the room and pointed to a middle-aged man, whose expression was full of indignation. "Ah, I remember you," Jake said. "I sent you a text recommending the show, and you called without hesitation, offering to send your child right in. Do you have no responsibility in this?" The middle-aged man's face drained of color, realizing that he had personally sent his child into hell. Jake laughed loudly, as though he found the situation amusing. He pointed at the other victims' families, saying, "You, you, you, and you." In the end, his finger stopped as it landed on Keegan and Abby.

My father cuts in before she can say anything and she nods skeptically. “we can always send their dinner to heir apartment, so allow them to familiarize themselves with the house first okay?” My dad steps into the situation and my mom couldn’t do anything about it again so meelah and I both get into our house, and the first thing that made it’s way out of my mouth as soon as I step into the house is “home sweet home” because o na e been wanting to stay on my own for a now, but now, I got it on a platter of gold just by marrying Meelah

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.

Freya and Mary both stood with grins on their faces. I threw a quick semi-light jab into Mary’s arm for these sleeping tonics that have become a regular occurrence in my life. I instantly threw my arms around Freya as soon as I was done. I couldn’t be happier two of my daughters had made it safely to our new home. “Mama, don’t do that.” Freya said shrugging me off. “It’s been like 48 hours if that.” “Excuse me for being happy you are safe.” I scolded her.

This was special. Stefan stepped out first, and I followed him, curiosity bubbling up inside me. We walked toward the front door, and as he reached for the handle, he turned to me with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “Welcome to our new home,” he said, his voice low and rich with promise. I froze, the words sinking in slowly. “Our home?” He nodded. “It’s yours as much as it is mine.”

Big windows, balconies with ivy climbing up their railings, and a massive wooden door that looked welcoming rather than imposing. For a moment, I just stood there, taking it all in. I had never seen anything like this before. The homes in my old pack were nothing compared to this. They were functional, practical—but they didn’t have this kind of warmth. This kind of...safety. A soft breeze blew through my hair, and I felt something inside me shift, just a little. Was it hope? Could this really be a fresh start? Sky’s voice pulled me back to reality. “This is your new home.”

Abby and I say at the same time. “I didn’t know you had a sister,” Mrs. Real Estate says, playfully nudging Abby in the shoulder. “What a small world! Well, welcome to the neighborhood! Will we be seeing more of you?” “Um, probably,” I say, words coming up like vomit. I ramble when I’m nervous, and it gets worse when I’m nervous and trying to desperately act like I’m casually leaving my human boyfriend’s house to go home and watch reruns of Friends, not hunt the demon my familiar came and warned me about.

To save 50 dollars on rent, I took over the snow shoveling and trash removal for the entire run-down apartment building. My move into the basement fell right on my birthday. Down on my knees, I scrubbed the moldy floor three times over. Then, with the little change I had left from my part-time job, I went to the convenience store and bought the cheapest discounted cupcake there. Just as I was about to light the candle, my phone suddenly blew up with a flood of push notifications. It was the local financial news—the headline read that Fabio's company had successfully gone public with a ringing of the bell.