Which Got House Am I Novels & Stories

The guy stepped aside, and the Executioner walked in. No words, no fanfare. He moved like he didn’t need to announce himself. Tall, dark jacket, quiet as hell. His boots didn’t make a sound, and he didn’t even glance around the room. He just looked at me, waiting. “You called,” he said. I nodded once and leaned back in the chair. “House got hit,” I told him. “Four guys. Quick. Clean. They knew where to go.” He didn’t blink. “They tied up the maid. Burned some of my mother’s old stuff. Left a message upstairs.”

Meme gasps and hugs her while jumping up and down, “oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. He gave it to you? Did he give you the car too? Did you love it” “He gave me the house last weekend! Yes, he gave me the car too, and yes, I love both”, Amory tells her. “Wait, what’s going on here?” I asked. When did he give her a house and a car last weekend?! “So remember that lake house I was just telling you about?”, she says, and I nod at her. It’s where she met Spencer! “Spin kind of bought it for me. That’s where we’re all staying this weekend”!

A month quickly passed. Exams, quizzes, recitations, practicum, work, and fun times. Before Ally knew it, it was already the day when she, Amelia, and Kyla would leave their house. Last week, she officially received the house she won. They hadn’t moved in right away because she had to clean it first. Well, not just her—of course, her three bodyguards were there as well. "Do you even know how to clean?" she asked the three.

H e nodded and looked behind me again before going to get my order. My phone vibrated in my pocket, I pulled it out. A message from Amaya. A: are you home? Me: where are you? A: in front of your house. Me: okay am in my way home just grabbing a box of pizza. A: okay am waiting.

Bent down, and from the pool of blood at the yellow-toothed gambler's feet I picked up the black chip. I wiped the blood off it with the hem of the jacket. Then I lifted my head to Dante. "Mr. Castellano. Paid in full." I held the chip up between us. "This chip—can I take it to the cage for cash. Now."

Though they were few and that is because she isn't the social type. Then suddenly she saw a strange message pop up. She clicked on it and to her amusement, she was picked out of the thousands of aspiring house helps. She was asked to come to the mansion that morning. Immediately she saw it, she leaped for joy. "Who would have thought Landon Hernandez would offer me this job." She thought with a smile on her face. She dropped her phone on the bed and rushed into the bathroom to have her bath. She stood under the shower, turning it open as she reached for her soap and sponge.

Something is trying to control me! I want to show My Chocolate Princess our home. I'm beside myself with joy just having her here! I look in her eyes, "Would you like a tour of our home, Mami?" She blinks, shocked. "Our Home?" "Yes, Sweetie, Our Home. What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours." I simply answer. She suddenly looks panicked. "You're not taking me back hom.. to my Grammys house tonight are you?" I give two quick shakes of my head. Hell Naw! She sighs defeated.

Aiys immediately sat down, face to face with father who was only limited to one table. "Why, Dady?" asked Aiys again. Her father seemed to think for a moment, looking for a way to tell Aiys. "Dad," said Aiys again. "Calm down, honey," said Mom who immediately moved to sit next to Aiys. "We're going to be moving houses," father said with his head down. Aiys tried to focus, she didn't hear wrong earlier, "Moving house?" he asked surprised. Aiys felt the oxygen supply around her disappear instantly, "How come, Dad?" asked Aiys again.

"I'm saving my number in your phone. You check this floor. I'm going upstairs." He returns the device to me, "Give me a call if you find her. By the way, what's her name?" "Carol." I answer. Giving me a quick nod, he hurries to his own way. I start my search also. The house is comprised of two floors including the rooftop. And this floor has around seven rooms.

My parents sent me photos. Something felt off. Very off! How could they afford a wedding and a new place after paying me a million? Did they win the lottery while they were in detention? While I was mulling over the situation, my parents suddenly contacted me. They said they missed me and wanted to stay in my apartment for a while. I told them flatly that the apartment had been stripped down to its bare walls and listed for sale. “What? How could you sell the place?” My dad sounded really frustrated. “It was your first home. How could you just sell it?”