Asher Walton House Novels & Stories

Frail, emaciated and timid. The carriage came to a halt beside the short fence that surrounded the grand townhouse. From the look of things, we were located at the grand side of Blood Moon. Most of the houses in the neighbour-hood had a touch of eliteness to them, except this house seemed to be the largest and most beautiful one amongst them. The gate opened and the carriage rode into the compound dragging us along. I looked up to see the words ‘ASHWORTH HOUSE’ etched into the façade above the entrance. Ashworth? This lady belonged to the Beta-blooded family? The footman opened the carriage door, letting Lady Nova out of it and ushering her into the house. Lucius alighted the carriage as wel

They all climbed in as the car skidded towards their destination. Twenty-five minutes later, Ashley found herself standing in front of a farmhouse. Her confusion knew no bound. Mr. Watson led her into the house. She followed him. Her curiosity taking the best of her. Her bodyguards took their positions outside his house as she stepped in through the door. The house was as beautiful from the outside as from the inside. Her eyes trailed over every detail in utter fascination. It was very homely and warm. A maid came out from one of the rooms and bowed in front of Mr. Watson. The man nodded at her and said something to her. She couldn't hear it as her attention was on the design of the house.

The house overlooked a frozen lake, while towering evergreen trees shielded it from the rest of the world. "It was built for the Ravenhart heir ten years ago," Nikolai said quietly, noticing her curiosity. "Every future heir lives here after marriage." Thalia studied the house through the window. "It's beautiful." Nikolai's expression remained unreadable. "It was designed to be practical." The Rolls-Royce stopped beneath the entrance canopy. Before either of them stepped out, the massive front doors opened. Nearly twenty household employees stood inside in two perfectly straight lines. The elderly butler stepped forward first.

Ashton briefed her a little about what happened last night. "This is your house?" Ashley scanned the room again. The interior design was so luxurious like a bedroom that belonged to a billionaire. "Are you the owner of the bar?" She made a bizarre assumption that made Ashton snort instantly. He smiled and shook his head lightly. The ravishing gaze he had on his face made her heart flutter for no reason.

“To my beloved wife, Violet Penrose-Dawson, I leave a horse farm in Virginia located on 112 Horseshoe Bin Way and a townhouse in New York City located on the Upper East side, a 2022 Mercedes Benz, and a 2021 Mercedes Benz black stretch limousine.” Ralph shifted in his seat. “That’s all of the high-ticket property Walt had,” Mr. Chadwick said. “If you’ll skip to page twenty-one please.” The sound of papers ruffling filled the air. “We will go over the cash and investment items,” Mr. Chadwick said. “I bequeath my checking, savings, and money market accounts at Chase Bank and Wells Fargo to my wife, Violet Penrose-Dawson. As of the time this will was drawn up, the assets listed for Violet Dawso

"That too." The ride continued for another fifteen minutes and soon, the Walton estate appeared beyond a set of enormous iron gates. I had seen photographs of it before, but nothing prepared me for the actual property. The mansion stood above manicured gardens overlooking the ocean, its white stone facade illuminated against the evening sky. A staff member opened my door, and Desmond stepped out first before turning back toward me and extending his hand. I stared at it. "Really?" "My mother is watching from somewhere," he murmured quietly.

Because whether or not she admits it, Drew always takes up a significant portion of her chest, no matter how much restraint she does. A few days later, Drew and Lily visited Master Walton's estate. Drew suggested that they go see his grandfather so they could change their mental state and temporarily forget about their troubles. Even if Drew didn't admit it, Lily knew that her husband also wanted to visit the old man. The Walton family's mansion is located in a nearby city. There is a green garden outside filled with grass and different kinds of plants, a high ceiling with a crystal chandelier, and an enormous living space. And given how clean the space is, it is evident that the housekeeper

He turned with that devious smile once more that seemed to be plotting, “if we see anything or hear something all the better.” The Wallace house was a two story sprawling mansion that held a historic feel to it. It’s wooden exterior with chipped paint and unkept garden made it seem like a haunted neglected place but the potential was definitely there. The den was the opposite. I wasn't sure what I was expecting but seeing the concrete block of a building with a few separate smaller wooden shacks surrounding wasn't it. It was like it just appeared out of nowhere in the woods a small dirt and gravel parking lot held two cars but there was little that told me this place was inhabited. That is u

I said, trying to keep my voice steady. The study had always been my least favorite room in the mansion. It reeked of power, of decisions made behind closed doors, of deals that could make or break a man. As Ashton and I stepped inside, Alfred was already seated behind his massive oak desk, his chair turned slightly toward the window. He looked up at us with a warm smile, though his sharp eyes immediately flicked to Ashton.

As soon as I stepped into the garage, the driver looked up from cleaning the windshield. “Good morning, Ma'am.” I nodded. “Good morning.” He smiled politely. “Where are you planning to go so early, Ma’am?” “Office.” I smiled back. “I'm starting work today.” His smile widened. “For Mr. Walton?” “Yes.” I stepped forward. But before I could reach for the handle, he informed me. “You don't need to go anywhere then. Mr. Walton works from home.” He pointed toward White Mansion. “He doesn't go anywhere.”