Burden Mansion Novels & Stories

"If the city is not actively burning to the ground, you are fired." "The city is fine, Boss," Silas's gritty voice crackled through the speaker. "But the wedding venue just called. The Astor Historical Estate." Zara's icy blue eyes instantly sharpened. She slowly unwrapped her legs from Lucian's waist, sliding flawlessly back down to her feet. The Astor Estate was a three hundred year-old, heavily guarded mansion on the edge of the city. It was the absolute pinnacle of high society venues, and Zara had secured it for their reception just two days ago.

Lucas was stunned, "You have found a way to acquire water?" Sir Reynold shook his head. Burned ashes piled up on the desk. Please don't move too much Sir Reynold, ah. I am afraid your body of ashes would lose its support and would crumble down. We will not become your suscpeted murderer right? Sir Reynold speak amidst my nonsensical thoughts, "We haven't get our hands on it." Lucas frowned. "Why? Is it something that could be solved with money?" The haunted mansion was one of the wealthiest markets in Dead Society. They had the whole mansion as their basement filled with resources that could not be easily infiltrated by grim repaers. And it could not be denied that Carl and Sir Reynold had a

One man in black pushed Beverley out of the car. No more screams came out of her mouth. No more crying or pleading of any kind. She realized it was a futile struggle. She stood up, staring at the big house in front of her. No, it was no ordinary house. One would more appropriately call it a mansion. The mansion looked very grand and elegant. A bone-white color dominated the exterior. Was it the Oliver family’s residence? Beverley did not know. Although it was a place filled with luxury, she did not feel attracted. She could not afford to spend her life there with someone she did not like at all.

He grabbed her and escorted her out of the room, directly guiding her into the car. Brown District was in the heart of Barth, and it was a well-known affluent area in the city. The district was home to numerous politicians and business celebrities, often featured in the news. Despite living in Barth for over ten years, Larissa rarely ventured into Brown District. Thus, as she accompanied Kevan this time, everything seemed fresh and exhilarating. He parked the car in front of Pine Mansion, which was notably larger than the typical residences found in narrow alleyways. The mansion exhibited signs of age but had undergone renovations, combining antique charm with a grand presence.

Mara shouted but Vanessa couldn’t hear her. He drove out of the estate and made his way to the Southern part of the City where Alfred’s house was located. Immediately he arrived at the house, He blared pressed a button in the car and the gates started opening by themselves. The gate opened revealing a very large Mansion. The Exterior view of the house was a sight to behold, one look at the house and you would know that it belongs to a billionaire. In the middle of the house stood a fountain with a statue of a dollar sign.

Then, suddenly, a thunderous knock pounded at the door. “Open up. There’s a dead child on the rooftop. Is it yours?”

But those felt different from the one in front of her. The imposing structure, with its dark brown exterior, felt heavy and solemn. It reminded her of a mausoleum. As the car reached the front of the mansion, they were met with a large round fountain, its white water jets spraying relentlessly, exuding a damp, cold mist. Behind the fountain stretched a vast lawn, large enough for a game of golf. Although this place was on the outskirts of the city, in North City, where every inch of land is valuable, owning such a grand estate, even on the outskirts, indicated that the owner was no ordinary person. The power and wealth of the estate’s master were undeniable.

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.

Benita retorted, Benita stood up again, and she walked round the mansion, from the bedroom to the staircase, the kitchen, and she was excited that she and her kids have returned to the house, The mansion, adorned with luxurious furnishings, exuded an air of sophistication and power. Benita marveled at the sweeping staircase, the crystal chandeliers, and the ornate artwork that adorned the walls. It was a world she could only dream of, and now, it belonged to her.

Bid Maria goodbye and headed out. The Threshold of Power The Black Mansion was located in the hills, hidden behind a fortress of iron and ancient oaks. When Elena stepped out of the car, she felt a chill that had nothing to do with the night air. The house was a monument to power—cold, grand, and silent. She was led into the foyer by a butler, but she stopped dead at the base of the stairs. Damien was there.