Astoria Greengrass House Novels & Stories

“She likes cream cheese.” I turned my gaze out the window, biting back a smile. I was so proud of him I could burst. He was growing into such a good person. And that — that’s everything. …………… The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of Astoria Primary School — the kind of place that looked more like a private estate than an institution. Tall wrought-iron gates with gold accents opened slowly as we approached, revealing freshly trimmed lawns, glimmering water fountains, and a grand, ivory building with tall archways.

Chapter 2 The invitation arrived two nights later, printed on the sort of heavy cream stock that cost more than most people’s rent. I traced a my finger over the address “Astoria Heights, the gated hill” and i couldn’t stop my self from smiling. I showed up in a knee-length black trench coat with my stripper costume underneath and stilettos sharp and pointy Inside, he waited in the center of a beautiful lounge, His wrists already offered toward me, rope lay on a side table beside a chrome pole that rose from floor to ceiling.

… Meanwhile, at the Just family mansion, after Fiora woke up, she looked at her cracked phone on the table and reached for it to check for missed calls from Stanley. He had sent her a text instead, asking her to meet him at the Greenwall Garden. Fiora blushed. The Greenwall Garden, located on the outskirts of the city, was nestled against a mountain, known for its beautiful scenery and excellent cuisine. The hotel there was famous for its romantic atmosphere. The place was typically reserved for VIP members and was not open to the public, so not many people knew about it. There was only one reason Stanley would invite her to go to the Greenwall Garden together.

Not after that unusually exquisite sex with the man who isn't your husband! Nothing new goes on until we're finally in Astoria. I'm still wide awake, heedful, as the car pulls in front of a two storey house made of black-painted wild wood and translucent glass—a modern cabin in the woods. I sigh softly at the sight, my butt stuck on the seat. Long churning trees, birds twittering merrily, and the soothing breeze are what make this place a pure tranquility. I come here whenever I need solitude and peace of mind.

When had they started shaking? Marcus’s jaw tightened. “Security’s handling it. Don’t look at them.” But Kira couldn’t stop looking. By tomorrow, her face would be everywhere. And Adrian would know exactly where she’d gone. The thought should have terrified her. It didn’t. The SUV curved up the long driveway, and Kira’s breath caught. The Ashford Estate sprawled across manicured grounds, all warm stone and tall windows glowing with soft light. So different from the Westbrook mansion with its sharp angles and cold glass.

Hmm, tuck that away for another time. “In closing, this is the house the Astors built. You’d do well to remember that. Thank you, and have a wonderful day,” I said, smiling for all I was worth. When Etienne cut the screen, it was all I could do not to scream. “That was so fucking good Grace,” mom said, patting my arm. “Maybe you come on, like a consultant,” I said, raising my eyebrow. “Oh please! Who’s going to keep the pool boy in line,” she said, and I immediately cringed.

I hadn’t just symbolically surrendered myself to a devil. I’d erased my past, and replaced it with his. Lena Gray, who was raised in Portland died that night in the river. And now, Lena Ravencroft lived with a devil by her side, in a castle-looking house in the— “Wait,” I said. “Where are we exactly?” Ash turned slowly. Raised an eyebrow, like now-you-ask? I kept staring until he finally replied. “Astoria. Outskirts, private land. This house isn’t registered under anyone’s name. Just like its residents.”

Except it wasn’t really a house. It was a stone mansion nestled deep in the forest, wrapped in vines and mystery, perched at the edge of Graymoor like a secret carved into the trees. No one dared venture too close—not even the boldest of teenagers. There were rumors, whispers of wolves howling on windless nights, lights flickering in the attic, and strange sigils burned into the bark of trees nearby. But to Ashara, it was simply home. A lonely one. A quiet one. ⸻

Besides, Grace had a way of cutting through the tension and making everything feel less complicated. When they arrived at the Langston estate, Bella couldn’t help but marvel at the sprawling grounds. The estate was nestled on the outskirts of the city, hidden from prying eyes. From the moment the gates opened, it was clear how expansive the property was—lush gardens, manicured lawns, and a massive main house that was a perfect blend of modern luxury and classical charm. The sun was setting, casting an amber glow across the stone walls, giving the entire estate a golden aura. Adrian opened the door for her, offering a rare, genuine smile. “Home sweet home,” he said as she stepped out. The sim

It grew irregularly, as if it had not been planned, merely found and inhabited. Lavinia stood with Rosie's hand clutched in hers. The house made some sort of ironic sense. All the wealth of the Astor family and their wretchedness still seeped into their home, putting it on full display. Isaac Astor clearly grew up here, though he was quite the reverse. His finely crafted face and glittering eyes betrayed nothing of the evil inside.