Welcome To Your New Home Freak Novels & Stories

"Fully furnished. Utilities in your names. Six months rent paid. After that, you're on your own." We climbed out, and she handed Adrian a set of keys. "Everything you need is inside. Phones, laptops, documents. Your bank account information. Emergency contacts. Questions?" "No," Adrian said. "Then good luck. Someone will check in weekly until the trials. After that—" She shrugged. "You're free." The SUV pulled away, leaving us standing in the driveway in the rain, looking at our new home. It was so small compared to the penthouse, so ordinary, so undeniably safe. Adrian unlocked the front door, and we stepped inside.

When the new intern, Felix Madden, hears that I'm going back to my hometown for the Thanksgiving weekend and won't be home in my fully paid-off luxury lakeview apartment, he goes out of his way to cozy up to me. "Come on, Carl. Your place is going to be empty anyway. Why not let my parents stay there for a few days during the holiday? It'll save them the cost of paying for a hotel," Felix says. Worried that my belongings might be tampered with, I politely turn him down. His expression darkens slightly, and he mutters under his breath, "Fine. If you won't lend it to me, I'll find my own way." I don't think much of it at the time. Then, on the first day of the holiday, the property manage

“I bought a house!” “Don’t you mean Tom?” Her brows knit in confusion. “Nope.” I wiggled. “Me! I’m free!” I tilted my head to the ceiling in sheer relief. “I’ve wanted it for years, and now it’s mine. No more Ben, no broken plumbing, no drug dealers around the corner. We’re free to start our new lives.” My voice cracked at the edges of happy tears. “Finally hit the right place, right time, right everything.”

I was not expecting anything like that; especially not now. I was stunned. He bought his face back to mine and smirked. He had a sexy smirk may I add in. 'Now, the office is out of bounds to you, but most of the other rooms are free to use. Try to stay clear of my men and no my door is not always open. It will always be closed. But other than that, welcome to your new home!' he said putting a fake excited voice. 'Home? I'm sorry since uh when.' I said quoting Chris Hemsworth the legend himself.

With that, I hung up and blocked his number without hesitation. Liam must have sensed the tension in the car because he smiled and tried to lighten the mood. “Miss Griffin, you came here to start a new life. Don’t let stuff like that ruin it. We’ll be at your apartment soon. You’re going to love it.” I turned my eyes to the sky. The clouds at the horizon were painted gold by the setting sun, and for the first time in years, I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders. I nodded lightly. “You’re right. I’m looking forward to my new beginning.”

"Mom, Dad, I'm going to study at Northern Werewolf University." Everyone stared at me in shock. Dad slammed his cutlery down. "Northern Werewolf University? What for? The Northern Territory is basically wilderness. Going there is no different from living like a rogue again!" Tatiana put on her usual mask of concern. "Sheila, did your scores fall short? The Northern Territory is tough. I know you got used to hard life, but why put yourself through that?" I looked at her calmly. I didn't rise to her bait anymore.

The tv was blaring from across the room. I turned the lights on and turned towards the kitchen. The moment I did, my purse dropped from my hands and I backed away in shock. " Welcome home ,red"

Not one my ribs particularly appreciated! But the bags are packed and we are headed to what is going to be my new home, with my new room mate, well, not just a room mate, but my fated mate. Such weird crap goes on in this werewolf world. Who the hell came up with all this?! Why make it so complicated for a newbie to learn? ---------------

Then I said, "Welcome home Aayana, This home was waiting for you. Now make this house special by putting your feet on its ground. Once again, WELCOME HOME........."

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?