Which Got House Am I Novels & Stories

He lowered his gaze and replied, "You picked this mattress. Shouldn't you try it out for me to see whether it's as good as you mentioned?" "I have tried it. You'll know once you sleep on it at night, Mr. Barrett." "You've tried it already, huh? With whom?" Timothy narrowed his eyes as he continued to pester her. "I heard you bought a new house, right? Is it going through renovation already?" Mia frowned. It had to be Wilhelmina, the blabbermouth. She must've told Shelly about it. She kept her composure as she replied, "Yeah, I did. Is it against the law that I bought a house?"

"The gold one." Pulling it out of my pocket carefully, I place the key in the lock. It is a perfect fit. With a gentle push, the door opens up into a house with checkered floors and high ceilings. "Wow," this place is so stunning that I am beyond speechless. Micah pulls me over to him and we begin dancing together to music only we can hear. "You did get one thing wrong," he corrects me. "I didn't buy this house because I was lonely for you. I bought this house because someday I knew I would find you. This house was never meant for me," he confesses. "Welcome Home, Charlotte McKaine."

That was Amon's voice; he sounded angry in a way I'd never heard before. "She has a right to know." Fabian, calmer but firm. "If there's even a chance…" "There's no chance. It's a trap." I descended the stairs. Both men were in the main room, facing off across the table covered in documents. Mike stood to the side, looking uncomfortable. "What's going on?" I asked. Amon turned to me. "Mike got a response from one of his contacts. Someone claiming to have more information about House Gold." "That's good news, isn't it?"

"Adrian, you predict the final score for this match." I nodded slightly, calm and composed. "My prediction is 1-3." I gave the answer without hesitation. Every eye in the room turned back to the screen and waited. A little over ten minutes later, the final whistle blew. The score froze at 1-3. Exactly as I predicted. A wave of low astonishment swept through the room. The directors nodded one after another, approval filling their eyes. Relief and pride rose in my father's face. He made the decision in front of everyone.

I, Gianna Johnston, am born into a family of prodigies. My dad, Henry Johnston, is a computer science professor from Hafford University. My mom, Naomi Liddell, is a medical professor at Starvard University. And my brother, George Johnston, is an international math olympiad champion. Meanwhile, I'm barely passing my math classes at school. George gets so mad at me that he immediately writes down three full sets of math exam questions and exclaims, "You're so dumb that you're nothing but an embarrassment to Mom and Dad and me! "Don't you even think about leaving the house and embarrassing us again without completing all these math questions!" Mom then forces a few pills straight down my t

At the company's annual awards ceremony, my boss personally presented me with the "Employee of the Year" award. The bonus was ten million dollars, and he promised it would go through immediately, right there on the spot. Hundreds of my coworkers rose to their feet and applauded. Champagne and confetti rained down around me. But the next morning, the police showed up and took me from my own home. The company had reported me, claiming I suffered from a severe delusional disorder, that I'd not only imagined receiving a ten-million-dollar bonus but had also attacked the finance system in an attempt to siphon off company funds. I pulled up the transfer record and the gala footage on my phone

Eira’s eyes darted nervously as she stammered, at a loss for words. The villa had been purchased shortly after I lost my memory. She had coaxed me into buying it with a bank card that came from who knew where. When I thought about it, that card must have belonged to my family, the Grant family. She had used my money to buy the house. Even so, she had led me to believe, without a single mark on her conscience, that I was the one relying on her to survive.

LUCAS... The door slammed open before Victor could crouch back down. "What part of get me my box was unclear?" The voice — my father's voice, wrapped around words that felt nothing like him — cut through the room like a blade. Every man straightened. Even Victor took a step back. "Boss, he claims he doesn't have it, that the King house—"

I blushed at the thought of that. "Hi" he said. "Hi. May I?" I smiled. "Sure." His house, oh my, is so beautiful. Not as flashy as mine was decorated. It had cool colors, just the types that Damien liked. It was bigger, too big for just one man. "You are welcome, God bless you." A voice said. Henry gestured to an huge AI system built on the wall of the house. "It's Amy, a robot." Wow! "Have a seat."He smiled.

He calmed down, hugged his pet dolphin, and murmured, "Okay, go on." "They stated they will return here to look at the house. It was evident that they were interested earlier, but because there was a dummy there earlier, it seems like one of them is no longer interested." I said as I continued to stare at Rome. "Then, that's good. Val's house can still be rented by someone else," said Macedonia. I merely sighed. This crazy idiot is a very picky listener.