Astoria Greengrass House Novels & Stories

In her eyes, Aurora was simply throwing a childish tantrum. With that thought, Grace strode inside with long steps. Tessa followed closely behind. She was eager to see what kind of life Aurora was living now that she had left Walton Corporation. The moment they entered the yard, Grace noticed how neatly it was kept. It looked almost like a countryside guesthouse. Not only that, the yard had fruit trees, a small vegetable garden, and vines climbing up the trees, covered in colorful blossoms. Every corner and windowsill was filled with pots of flowers and plants. Each little sprout grew toward the sun, radiating vitality.

… 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.

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.

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.