House の小説・ストーリー

Kimberly was impressed with the cabin once she got inside. It was simple and had a homey touch to it. There was a fireplace in the living room to keep them warm at night, two sofas and a recliner which can certainly accommodate the six of them comfortably, a small dinning room close to the living room and then there is a kitchen.

Iv been staying with pops for 3 days now and to be quiet honest its been relaxing, pops is easy to live with, he lives alone in a small two-bedroom house overlooking the sea with deep forests behind the house, its peaceful here nobody to disturb you and pops is happy to just go about his day and leave me in peace.

Ethan sat on the sofa while Riley got started on putting her items away. "So, how are you feeling?" "I'm feeling great," Riley lied. She would be alone soon and felt scared. She was hiding it well. "Well, if for any reason you feel alone and want any company, I'm just a couple minutes away now." It was true. Her apartment building was just next door to the pack house. That felt reassuring. The buildings were also not very big, only 3 floors each and she was on the first which provided her with a small amount of green space with a sliding door to come and go without having to go through the front foyer. She felt safe within her space.

“It has two floors. The first floor has three rooms and one balcony and the third floor has two rooms and one secret room.” “Secret room?” Noelle raised her brows in confusion. “Your husband wants a house that has a secret room which means a safe room. Let me show you.” He led them upstairs and entered the second room. They stood in front of the ceiling-to-floor mirror. “Here it is.” He stepped up to it and clicked codes before the mirror whirled around and revealed a white room. “Come on in.”

Neal fisted his hand when he felt them shaking. "Tell Drake and Hunter we are here." Kaiden said. Brad nodded before going to find Drake. Kaiden lead Neal to the living room. Neal never been inside a house like this. The living room alone was big as his whole house. Light yellow walls, white ceiling and white shining floor. The whole place was so bright and spotless. Shouldn't mob's places look dirty and dark? Neal thought to himself. He admired the huge beautiful chandelier hung above. The walls are decorated by paintings of flowers and wild animals instead of family pictures.

Samuel's POV After finishing my long tiring shift at the hospital, I walk towards my apartment. The building in which I live has four floors and two apartments on each floor. It is a quiet and secured area. Moreover, it is near the hospital, so I can easily make it there in time on emergency calls. When I reach the second floor, I watch boxes fill the hallway of my floor as the door opposite my apartment is opened. Some people are moving boxes inside the apartment, but quite a few boxes are still littered in the hallway.

Still,she could hope couldn’t she? Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of voices drifting from downstairs. Strange,she thought to herself,couldn't remember leaving the telly on. Grabbing her robe to guard against the chill in the air,Beth opened her bedroom door,now hearing the voices like a children’s choir,so much clearer now. “Yes Beth,”she said to herself,”you left the tv on.” Feeling the chill even more,she made her way downstairs and then froze in utter shock... In the center of her livingroom,stood an open casket.

Glancing behind, I noticed a large cliff blocking off one edge of the beach, while ahead, another cliff sealed off the other side, creating a perfect enclave. The safe house itself was quite spacious, with five bedrooms upstairs and two on the ground floor. It was mostly made of wood and decorated simply. In the kitchen, there was a fridge and an old-looking gas cooker, and at the edge of the kitchen was a door leading out to a porch that housed a pizza oven.

He says, giving me the paper in his hand. “The call was made from this address.” He says. I stare at the address, trying to see if it's familiar, but I can't place it. “This address is in the city.” “Yes it is , Alpha.” He replied. “Did you get the owner of the house or building?” I asked. “The building is owned by a private firm, Hector buildings. According to my research, it's kinda like an estate. Filled with bungalows and some duplexes. This house is one of them and it's owned by someone called Maya Ford.”