Burden Mansion Novels & Stories

“Then let me come.” “They didn’t invite you.” “So?” I turn to him. “That is exactly why.” He studies me for a second, then nods slowly. “Call me if anything feels off.” “Everything feels off,” I admit. He gives me a half smile. “Then call me sooner.” The Millers’ rented mansion sits right on the beach, lights glowing warm against the darkening sky. It’s the kind of place that looks effortless and expensive at the same time. Tall windows. Long driveway. White stone steps leading up to a wide front door.

"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

Murad Fullbuster had absorbed this information without comment, but the little glance he’d flicked Irene, sitting next to him in the front seat, had made her want to laugh. It was the only thing she felt like laughing about, though. She was still annoyed and curiously apprehensive about the situation she’d been landed in. The Fullbuster mansion faced north and occupied three blocks. It was Tuscan in design, two-storeyed with terracotta roof tiles and soft apricot plastered walls. The studded double front door was flanked by unfluted columns. It stood open as Murad brought the Bentley to a smooth halt on the semi-circular driveway. A car jockey in a red jacket and black trousers sprang into 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?”

17 years later Far away from the hustle bustle of town, free from the human surroundings, in the deep forest there was an abandoned mansion. The mansion was as dark as coal with a small gate detailed with intricate designs and a window. One could hear lots of brown, scary owls hooting up. The mansion was also surrounded by lots of talismans. The bright and booming lightning was illuminating the sky. A young girl was peeping out from the mansion’s window with a black mark on her left hand.

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.