Bruce Wayne Mansion Novels & Stories

'' Slyvia asked. She could never be too careful especially with someone like him. In most cases, he was a sly but this time, she had a feeling that this was real, too raw to be a fake. ''No, it isn't Slyvia. This is all real.'' he smiled. He led Sylvia to his huge mansion that sat in the middle of the town. In all her years of existence, Sylvia had never seen a building so big and wide. Remus truly lived his name as the billionaire he was. The building was protected by two gates, one located at the far east of the area and the other at the west side of the area.

“This is my house. I will like you to spare just this night. Let’s make those memories you have said, let’s create things we want and make them live for a lifetime. Just tonight.” I racked my brain for a minute. Bryan is gone and won’t be back until tomorrow. It’s not a bad idea to spend a night with my cousin, is it? I sighed and poked his nose. “Are you sure about this?” I asked. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, I can still drive you back home.” “Wait a minute, you just said this was your house.” It was a question. He nodded. “How the hell did you get a house? I had no idea of it. You told me absolutely nothing.” The gates opened and I went in. The house was a mansion, it’s too big to be c

Nicholas held the car door open for Zane meanwhile Zane took her purse and Nicholas’s smartphone with her so Nicholas wouldn’t have to take two trips back. Zane was awed by the beautiful mansion before them. It was a classic mansion with a monochrome gray palette, it had a big patio that would welcome anyone warmly with its bright lights and exquisite designs. The intricate wall carvings speak a lot for the whole mansion since it is a simple foretelling of the werewolf’s world. For normal people, they would think that it was just for the design, when in fact it is the real history of the Bane royal family from the very first descendant of the bloodline.

Was this now my home? "This is ridiculous," I murmured to myself as Bram opened the car door for me. Before me stood a magnificent white and grey mansion, twice the size of Papa's estate and four times larger than our house back in America. No wonder Lucas sought-after Papa's deeds; how did he manage to afford such luxury? Next to to the mansion were smaller buildings, likely for storing the numerous cars randomly parked to the side. In the center, a grand water fountain led to a well-manicured garden.

"Maybe we should consider giving our lives a last chance." Her lips froze. All the insults that she had in her mind for Mr. Bruce, suddenly vanished and her thoughts went completely blank. "What did you say?" she asked in a shaky voice, refraining herself from tearing. He shook his head slightly in dismay. He turned his back to her and stormed outside in anger. While she stood there in daze. His words echoed in her mind. ------ Outhouse Of Mr. Bruce's Mansion. With a huge window in the frame of a wall and a spacious hall modern style furnishing. Creamy-white and smooth textured walls, along with posh lightnings. and a bedroom beside a fancy staircase. Not huge in space but a place where peac

Eventually, I gave up and drifted off to sleep. “Hey, we’re here,” Beta Jayvon reaches behind him to gently shake me awake. It’s late when we arrive, not fully dark, though; the sky is alight with the fiery colors of the approaching summer sunset. I rub the sleep from my eyes and try to focus on what is outside. I see a beautiful old mansion. I don’t know anything about architecture, but if I had to guess, I’d say it’s a French Chateau. It’s a large cream-colored brick manor house, at least three stories tall, but the wide rambling wings make it look short. It’s freaking massive. Looking at this thing, I’m half expecting Leonardo DaVinci or Mary Queen of Scots to come waltzing down the stone

The moment we got into his compound, he came down from the car and walked over to my side of the door and opened it wide for me. “Welcome to my abode,” he said politely, even though there's nothing polite about what he had done. Since I had no choice, I quietly came down from the car. I looked around his huge mansion and I can't help but marvel at the sight. Just how wealthy are the Barclays. So, are there rich Werewolves, just like we have rich humans too? How do they make so much money? Cole came over to me as I watched his mansion with so much interest.

With Brady holding her hand, Kaida stepped into Meath Mansion and through an elegant foyer. The breath backed up in her lungs as she glanced around. The whole place screamed something courtesy of Daddy Warbucks. From the winding marble staircase to the vaulted ceiling to the crystal chandelier, it oozed money. Boatloads. Old and new fortune. It was like standing in a museum with the art pieces and fancy vases. And just as cold. Everywhere she turned, there were hallways and rooms off the entryway.

I wanted to throw the clothes at her and scream that I didn't want a tour of my prison. But the truth was, the silence of the bedroom was starting to break my mind. And I needed to see the layout. I needed to see the exits, the guards, the security cameras. If I was going to find a blind spot, I had to know what I was up against. Half an hour later, dressed in the new clothes, I followed Elena out into the large hallway. The mansion was a masterclass in modern, billionaire minimalism. The floors were polished dark marble. The walls were lined with artwork that probably cost more than Ryan’s entire clubhouse. There were no photographs. There was no clutter. There was no life.

She mused incoherently. "You have a nice mansion, pretty boy." she genuinely complimented Dex, who smiled and said a simple, "thank you". Dex's luxurious and elegant mansion was located on the outskirts of Duras city. It was the only house in a serene, peaceful, and lonely area. It was perfect for a quiet and discreet life. The mansion was equipped with captivating water fountains at the entrance, swimming pools, an enchanting garden, and a helipad. It also had a wide expanse of land for various outdoor games and stables for horses.