Novel & Cerita Astoria Greengrass House

When she saw what was written inside, she exclaimed, "Oh my God!" The others turned to look, and Vermont asked, "What's got you so excited, babe?" Felicity held the keys, struggling to find her words. "Wilfred and Edith gifted you an estate!" Vermont quickly took the document and flipped through several pages. "Oh my God!!!" He yelled. "It's a mansion at Graceful Green Shore in Royalburgh! The average price for villas there is over a hundred million dollars!" Stella was too stunned to speak.

The sun was barely up over the trees in New Jersey when Joseph Grind pulled into the long gravel drive of Tania Holt’s estate. The place was tucked deep into horse country, a sprawling colonial-style home with white shutters and rolling fields that stretched out behind it like something out of a postcard. Morning mist clung to the grass, and the house sat quiet, noble, as if it knew its place in the lineage of something ancient. Joseph didn’t bother ringing the bell. Tania was already at the door when he got out of the car, dressed in a soft cardigan and slacks, her long silver hair braided neatly down her back. Her sharp blue eyes narrowed as she looked him over.

It was a fortress of glass with perfectly trimmed hedges, tall iron gates, and an atmosphere that screamed power. I’d seen this place once on TV, during the housewarming party that made headlines three years ago. 'Jaden Astor’s new mansion, built right next to his father’s mansion.' I pressed the intercom button and swallowed the lump in my throat. “Please,” I said, “I need to see Mr. Jaden Astor. It’s urgent.” The camera above the gate blinked red, scanning me. A man’s voice crackled through the speaker. “Do you have an appointment?”

Some of the villagers who noticed the royal carriage momentarily stopped their work and bowed their head low in acknowledgment. Then, they passed by another village two kilometers away from Norfew. The Ardenta village was the nearest village to where the Astoria mansion was located, and the place boasted finely-made iron and steel weapons hanging on almost all windows of the house. Ruen didn’t miss Lianne’s sullen expression upon seeing the weapons, but he didn’t say any comment regarding it. Her expression changed into delight, however, when they passed by the open gaillardia and violets flower fields and the towering snow mountains of Regaleria, just a few miles after passing the Ardenta v

Aster said, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the mansion. The entire Blood Moon pack was beautiful and surrounded with a well manicured garden. The pack house was located in the middle of the pack. It was a six-story building with several quarters made for the top officials and their families. The wealthier ones among them, have their building separated far from the pack house. Like the Shadow-Moon's. “We’ll be living in one of these quarters,” Aster said, pointing ahead. “The Alpha’s house is the two-story building right before the pack house.”

The move from the Sterling Estate to the Brooklyn brownstone was a logistical nightmare that Liam actually enjoyed. For the first time, he wasn't overseeing the transport of servers or high-security assets; he was carrying boxes labeled "Aria’s Toys" and "Elara’s Medical Books." ​The new house was a five-story Victorian with creaky stairs, original stained glass, and a small backyard that was currently a mess of overgrown ivy and brick. It was a "Variables" nightmare, and Elara loved it.

Her demeanor was not anywhere close to the sick-minded killer Mom believed her to be. We were in Jane Astor’s territory. She could break our necks using her supernatural forces and make it look like an accident. Then why was she being so sweet to us? What was I missing? To find an answer, we followed our aunt to another room. The interior of the mansion was more grand and impressive than the exterior. Wealth and elegance were evident in everything, including furniture, paintings, rugs, and ornaments. The Astors were living an extremely comfortable life. They must be bored out of their minds to target others with black magic.

Just as I am going to ask, for probably the thousandth time since we have been in the car, we pull up to a massive house on a sprawling yard. “What…?” I breathe out. “It’s great, right?” I can feel Greta’s eyes on me, but I can’t look away. The massive two story house is grey with white shutters and at least fifteen windows on the front. The wraparound porch has two rocking chairs set off to the side of the front door. “Can we go!? Can we go?!” Trinity and Gabirel chant from the back as Ryker steps out of the front door. “Yeah, let’s go!” Greta moves to match the pace of the kids scrambling out of the doors.

Waiting. They were protecting something. Or watching for something. It made me uneasy. We drove through the streets and people stopped to watch us pass. Some waved. Others just stared. Finally we turned down a wide road lined with trees and at the end of it stood a mansion. The Alpha House. It was huge. Three stories tall with columns and balconies and windows that glittered in the sunlight. The grounds around it were manicured and perfect, with fountains and statues and paths winding through gardens.

“I haven’t seen the service access, the kitchen, the electrical capacity, the evacuation routes, or whether that cliff plans to kill anyone after their third glass of champagne.” “You like it,” she repeated, sounding even more pleased. I looked toward the long loggia facing the courtyard. Shadows from the arches fell across the terracotta floor. Beyond the house, the ocean rose like an endless blue wall. “A little,” I admitted. Gracie exhaled with far too much relief for someone who had just been given the words a little. “I knew it.” She hugged the folder to her chest, then frowned at it as if she had only just remembered she was holding it. “The estate became available last night. The coup