House 소설 & 이야기

A huge school building with a football field, a creche and a play park. “This place is amazing” Drake grins, pointing to a mansion on the hill. It looked like the damn whitehouse. It was so huge. “That’s our house?” Layla pushes forward whistling as she takes it in, I was shocked. “I didn’t think they made houses that big” I say to drake “The cellar is actually the hospital, it’s just one floor but it’s got 2 operating rooms and 26 rooms” I look at him in shock

It was a wooden house and some parts were damaged. “Don’t say that, he can hear you.” He said which crept her out. “Why does your cousin a ghost?” He wasn’t joking, Ben had surveillance cameras almost everywhere around his house. She ran to him and walked close. As they entered the house she tried her best to hide her amusement. On the inside, it was dim but enough to see the amazing place. She saw a different type of robot and everything was high-tech. He had a chair that would serve all your needs, there was a table at the center with a hologram above it. It was a hologram of a village.

“...Your new house.” Brea gawked at him and then swung her stunned eyes around. A wide stairway went up to a second floor. Her astonished gaze swung down to see they stood in a foyer. “My…?” “Yes, sweetie. Your wedding present. OUR home.” Brea stumbled forward on shaky legs. “Whoa, there cowgirl legs!” He caught her before she fell. “You—you built a h-house for me?” Her hushed voice could barely be heard. “Yep. I’ve had 10 men working around the clock for a week.”

I sit and picked up the tea while looking at the window. Our house is located at the North City. It is a 6000 sqm mansion with 20 rooms, 31 bathrooms, a helipad, 5 pools, a bowling alley, a 50-car garage and 100-seat theatre situated in the most expensive place in the whole country. For some, it may be a dream place but for me it's more like a prison than a home. "What are you thinking miss?" My thought was cut off when I heard Krista's voice. I looked at her and she's now tidying up my bed.

Looks like I'm sharing the same boat with another individual. TO BE CONTINUED -> -> ->

Evelyn was welcomed into the Alpha's house by a bear hug from Mathilda. The Alpha's house was a three-floor modern villa with a wooden look but actually concrete core. Being part of a crowded community on the center of the city with its own supermarket, shopping mall and convenient transportation built-in, the Alpha's house was the one with the biggest swimming pool in its vast backyard -- or, field, basically. The community wasn't far from the core of the city, but was also independent enough to avoid unnecessary bother from humans.

Ryan asks me, arching a brow. I give him a dismissive look and turn back to the bartender. “I’m looking for a property nearby. I need to speak to the owners.” I give the bartender the details Sarah told me–how the house was two stories high and painted white with yellow shutters. How there were two large barns with horses, cows, pigs, and sheep. How the couple that ran the group home grew pumpkins, etc. The bartender nods, leaning an elbow on the bar. “Aye, well, you’ll be looking for the Havisfield property, then.”

Lumapit ako kay ate at kinuha ko ang phone ko sa bulsa para irecord ang mga sasabihin niya. Hinawakan ko 'yung isang Mini-House Bank. It is made from wood, popsicle sticks, and paper and it isn't just a normal money bank because it has a boundary that you can separate the coins. It's an upstairs wooden square house painted cream and dark brown. Downstairs has two windows on the left side and three doors. I believe it's a sliding door in a real house. There is a pool in the backyard which is surrounded by plants. It has also room upstairs on the left side with a door in the middle and an open space

Good thing he came back where he belongs safely. The house has a lawn with grass that is length below our knees, the house is made of metal and stones clash them flawlessly in a cyberpunk futuristic style and it seems he hadn't cleaned his house for months. Let the search begin.

I shuddered in disgust. The room was a pale blue, the walls stained and shedding. The ground was covered in broken tile. Note to self, keep your shoes on tonight. I slowly crept into the room, allowing the door to shut behind me. The bed was a small twin, the blankets had some floral pattern. Placing my bag on the floor in front of the rotting dresser, I make my way to the only other door in the room. It was a small square with an odor you couldn't quite put your finger on. It was a bathroom once I turned the barely working light on. My nose scrunched up. The mirror was so foggy to the point where it was unusable. The toilet was clogged and the shower was stained with no shower curtain.