Asher Walton House Novels & Stories

I couldn't focus on that because the beautiful design of Waldo's house already got my attention. A white luxurious vintage house greeted me. It was four stories high and mostly broken and had large windows. At the right side of the house was an elevated pool made of glass. Just like Ken's villa, Waldo's doesn't have any gate at all. But the surroundings are also wide so it will still take a minute to finally reach the house itself. The surrounding of his house was filled with different kinds of trees, mostly coconut. So it's probably cold all around at any time.

The sounds of his footsteps echoed throughout the wooden hallway at a twelve million dollars Seattle mansion belonging to the late Wilhelm Russet. After the main house was caught in fire a few years ago, it had been re built and modernized while maintaining the core essence of the building. The property was located on one of the most exclusive neighborhood in the city. The house itself was placed further away from the rest, built with tall, modern looking electric fences around the area to ensure no one would be able to trespass. From a stranger's perspective the place always appeared mysterious and closed off.

Precision everywhere. Gate security verified identities, cross-checked, then cleared them through. Cameras tracked. Guards watched. Nothing careless existed on this property. The vehicles stopped. Alina steadied herself. Breath controlled. Heart ready. Sebastian’s hand tightened around hers. “With you. Every second.” The Hart household butler stepped forward, dignified, composed, followed by perfectly positioned staff. “Welcome to the Hart Mansion, Mrs. Vaughn... Miss Hart,” he greeted with respectful distinction. “Mr. Jameson Hart is waiting inside.”

Zachary said, and I wonder what kind of house Ashton lives in if these houses are small compared to the house of Ashton. Zachary was right, the moment we turned to the street of Ashton's house, I can see their mansion from outside over the tall electronic gate of the Pritzgold residence, and my jaw dropped again the moment I saw the elegant enormous mansion of Ashton's family as Zach drove on the driveway. I felt like we would check in to a five-star hotel and resort as I can see the beautiful landscaped before us, and I suddenly felt small.

She looked outside the car’s window, trying not to let the chauffeur see how intimidated she felt, but the big houses made her want to melt. The car slowed down and turned into a small road, and then two large gates were thrown open. A fountain with a wolf statue at the top stood a hundred feet away, and where there wasn’t a path, there was green grass or flowers or a statue. Ahead, stood a large white duplex. Alisa could hold her curiosity no more. “Have we gotten into the estate, Sir?” “Call me Clifford, ma’am. And this is not an estate, but Mr Wells’ private residence.”

She fled into the house, Thomas scrambling behind her. Cain turned to Nora, who now looked even more pale and shaken. "They're all superstitious," he said, twisting his cuffs. Nora made a small sound under her breath and shrugged her shoulders in a way a statue would. And after a moment just staring at her, Cain finally turned and gestured toward the front door. "Come inside." He led her into the foyer, watching her closely as she stepped in. The Ashford Estate was designed to intimidate. Black and white marble floors, a crystal chandelier that cost more than most people earned in a lifetime, and a grand double staircase that swept upward like wings.

“When you’re done, I’ll take you on a tour of the big house” **** EMBER’S POV. My eyes widened as Asher led me through the grand entrance of his family's estate. The interior was just as impressive as the exterior, with high ceilings, dark wood paneling, and ornate chandeliers. "I've never seen anything like this," I breathed, my gaze drifting over the lavish decor. "Welcome to The Nightshade Estate. I'm glad you like it." Asher smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. As we walked, I noticed that the walls were adorned with subtle symbols and motifs that seemed to pay homage to the moon and the natural world. I pointed one out to Asher, a delicate etching of a wolf's head on a nearby door

Looking around at the worn-out features and materials, it was clear that this house once had a touch of luxury, but now everything screamed of neglect, like it had been occupied by rogue wolves. “I see you’re in a hurry,” he said as we walked down the hallway. “But you’ll want to hear this.” Fabian paused at a large oak door and turned to face me, his expression suddenly serious. “Ashley’s not as invincible as you think. There are cracks in her foundation, and I know exactly where they are.” I crossed my arms, not allowing myself to hope too much. “Go on.”

The heavy metal swung open, granting access to the pristine, insulated world of the Ashford family. The Uber idled in the circular driveway. Tossing a crumpled fifty-dollar bill onto the center console, I stepped out into the sweltering evening heat. The mansion sat completely dead and quiet. Pushing through the mahogany front doors, the blast of central air conditioning hit my bare chest. The entryway smelled of lemon polish and expensive floral arrangements. Bypassing the sweeping staircase, I marched directly down the west wing corridor. Light spilled from beneath the heavy oak double doors of Arthur’s private study.

The Hudson River below was right next to us. There was a giant waterfall island. All the cupboards looked sleek, like something that I would’ve imagined being on a spaceship. There was a room on the other side of the kitchen and a second sitting area, so I went over, coming to an opened doorway, and through what looked like a library was another door. I followed, finally seeing whose place I was in. I was floored. Absolutely. Truly. Gutted. Sitting behind a large mahogany desk was Ashton Walden.