Bruce Wayne Mansion Novels & Stories

“A house of our own. We can truly stretch out in a house.” “I would hope so,” he said with a smile. “We’ll start looking after our honeymoon. But, in the meantime, let’s live at the Hudson Estate.” “Um, honey, the Hudson Estate is almost a forty-five minute commute for me. My parents’ mansion is closer.” Bruce fought the urge to cringe. The last thing he wanted was to move into the Van Dyke mausoleum with a nosy mother-in-law. “It’s not that much of a difference, is it?”

“I suppose you don’t want a public place, so let’s go to my mansion.” I abruptly hit the brakes. Good thing there was no vehicle behind us. “Your mansion? How far is that? Are you being serious right now?” Vincent having a mansion in Chicago is something that I didn’t expect. This man would rather spend a million dollars on a condo rather than building a mansion of his own, That leads me to think that maybe he sold our secret to Bryce and the mansion was his reward. “Can you calm down even for just a bit? Look at you; completely panicking over what Bryce did. This is exactly the reaction that he wants from you.”

Aaron The Uber slowed to a stop, and for a full five seconds, I forgot how to breathe. There it was— Z Mansion. Towering. Extravagant. Beautiful in a way that felt impossible. It rose from the ground like a dark crystal palace, all sharp lines, tall glass panels, and glowing gold lights running along the edges like veins of wealth. Nothing about it said “home.” Everything about it said power. The gates opened before I even stepped out of the car. Silent. Smooth. Almost… welcoming.

“What are you really up to?” Bryan let out a soft chuckle as he placed his hand across my shoulder and said, “Wait, you will see.” Immediately the gate was open, my eyes almost gushed out its socket as it fell on the biggest and well illuminated mansion I had ever seen as well. The compound had a middle sized garden and had fluorescent light at every corner of the walls. The evening breeze added to the aesthetic of the place as it moved the beautiful flowers left and right in a rhythm that soothes the environment.

But I'm glad he considered it important enough to leave his city and come accommodate in mine for a few days. I rolled my eyes, finding Xan first as I entered the luxurious suite. His coat was removed and laying next to him on the couch while a laptop lay in his lap. "Hello, Bruce." They call me Bruce Wayne because I have (kind of) inexhaustible riches in my possession. Thanks to the hundreds of businesses I run as a businessman. The money I make from the mafia is an addition to it. "Still messing with your laptop, huh?" I patted his back and settled down next to him.

"Whenever the Master's here, there are more people in the house. He brings along with him his ten bodyguards." "Another ten bodyguards?" The thought of being followed and watched by one bodyguard must be uncomfortable, how much more, if ten. "Of course. He's not an ordinary person, he's a billionaire." "So he's untouchable." "Yeah, and dangerous," Dangerous? What does she mean by that? She showed me the inside of the huge mansion. The interiors of the house were very simple, minimalistic and modern. One can tell immediately from its furnishing that it was a man's house. No pink or pastel colors could be found, only neutral and dark shades.

RUBY'S MANSION>>AYVEN’S BIRTHDAY. Ruby's mansion was a masterpiece of modern architecture and old-world elegance combined. The three-story structure sat on five acres of meticulously landscaped property, with floor-to-ceiling windows that flooded every room with natural light. The interior was decorated in soft neutrals and rich textures…cream walls, hardwood floors, plush furniture that looked like it belonged in a design magazine.

I asked. “Well, there are guards patrolling; they chase or kill the bears who come around where people are, but they don’t really do that, so everyone is safe,” he said. I smiled, looking back outside. There were still houses and stores, a boutique, and a mall. They were all of different sizes. We got to a place, and the houses were reduced. There was a well-developed road with a field of gardens by the sides. And as the car kept going, we passed a gate, and there was a beautiful mansion. This is probably the biggest building here because it’s a freaking mansion. “Wow,” I said, looking at the tall building. The car kept going, and it stopped in front of the mansion. Some maids ran outside in

he answered with a menacing tone as he took her wrist and pulled her out of the room. The way they moved through the halls felt different. She could swear right there that her feet weren't touching the ground as Michael took her to another wing of the mansion. What was even stranger was the fact that everything they passed by was decrepit earlier, and now it seemed restored. All the notes she found so far told her to find the truth, and she wanted a way out of the place but she seemed to be getting nowhere.

I guess I'll just have to wait and see. Following him, I walked down the candle lit hallways and stairs. It was very dark anywhere there wasn't a window, and I could barely see Lance. I couldn't figure out how he knew where he was going, considering the maze like structure of the hallways. The darkness didn't help the unsettling feeling the mansion gave me, although thanks to the close proximity to Lance, the unsettled feeling was alongside happiness. Eventually, we got into an old, abandoned-looking, and might I add huge, room. It had various pieces of furniture, paintings, and other things, like a storage attic; except it wasn't an attic. The room was only lit by the sun light seeping thro