Butterfly Mansion Novels & Stories

Grace His house is more luxurious than I anticipated. It’s like a castle straight out of a fairytale, painted blue and white. As the car pulls into the driveway, a man dressed in a black butler’s suit opens my side of the door. I peek up at the old man before stepping out of the car. My heart beats furiously inside my chest, protesting against these sudden changes in my life. “ Come on, Little Butterfly. ” Tristin urges, walking up the stairs like he owns the place. Which he does, I mean.

The butterfly was still there. It moved along the lonely street, its wings glowing under the fading sunlight. Lucas followed without thinking, his small figure moving further and further away from safety. Behind him, the school gate stood open. The nanny was still on her call. The other children were still playing. No one noticed that Lucas was gone. And Lucas, with his innocent heart and curious eyes, kept chasing the one thing that had captured his world completely. The butterfly. Lucas followed the butterfly out of the school building and into the lonely street of New York.

“The house is large enough for you, and you will be safe there, I promise.” “No Grecia, please- “There will be no excuses. You'll accompany me.” ************* "Wow," I exclaimed as I gazed in awe at the magnificent home in front of me. It's not a house, it's a freaking mansion. It has a long circular driveway lined with palm trees and hedges that are neatly trimmed. A marble fountain sits in the center of the circular driveway. An angel perched on top, holding a crystal bowl, gazed up at the sky. Water spurted from the bowl, falling gently into the pool beneath it, causing ripples to form and wave out until they vanished. I'm sure the water is crystal blue. As it's nighttime, the water appea

"I’ll go now, Alana. Send a kiss to our son, Aksa." But before he could turn to leave, he was suddenly surprised by the arrival of a blue butterfly fluttering low toward him. He stood still, especially when the butterfly with blue wings perched on the white headstone, slowly flapping its wings, then flew again and landed on his shoulder. Alana loved butterflies. She even created a vast garden filled with butterflies of all colors for his wife. But after Alana and Aksa, their son, who was still in Alana's womb, died instantly in an accident, it wasn’t long before their luxurious mansion was sold.

"Fine, I'll come out and meet them, but if anything feels off, I'm turning right back to this room." She clapped her hands together in excitement, "Great! You'll see; you're going to fit right in." As I exited the room, my jaw practically dropped at the sheer size of this mansion. It was like a freakin' palace, with numerous wings, each belonging to one of the six brothers, their father, and, of course, Alessia—Allegra's mom. The place was huge, like seriously, you could probably get lost in there if you weren't careful. The walls were all fancy, and the floors looked so shiny I could practically see my reflection in them. The opulence was off the charts, and I couldn't help but feel like I'

"Now, let's go. I don't want Ximena to wait." We walked outside of Flynn's house where the driver was waiting for us. A couple weeks ago Flynn bought a new mansion and he told me that I was the first girl he brought here. I was flattered. The house was a beautiful two story mansion with an absolutely amazing spiral staircase and a gorgeous library with hundreds of books. The house was big, it could accommodate at least thirty people. There was a backyard, a swimming pool, a cinema, a basketball court, and so much more.

he answered while laying half his body on the bed and looking at me. "What is he going to do?" I asked, turning to Becka. "Aren't the butterflies there poisonous?" I worry. She shook his head. "No madam, those butterflies are well taken care of and they're imported so nothing to worry about. Those butterflies are safe" she said. "There are so many things in this house, there are horses, butterflies, it has its own farm..." I babbled, listing the strange places around the Mansion. "You're going to love the fish pond Mama, your favorite tilapia is there." his small eyes were trying to get big because he was so tired of telling stories.

Pine trees are perfectly lined on both sides of the property as a boundary between the central area and the woods. The entrance to the property is a steel archway that reads Maxfords at the top. Followed by a spacious driveway, American elms lined up on each side of the driveway. But the grandest of all is the three-story palace-like Victorian mansion—three porches in front and on both sides and two high towers. It's like stepping into another era where royalties are revered. You could imagine a monarch with a fashionable gown and a crown walking around the property with helpers following them around.

With whom he would fall in love … She could not go on thinking after that. It was more than 600 acres of property where three huge barns were put by the owners. It had a race track, a huge swimming pool, gardens and a butterfly house. Its main residence was huge having extra spacious rooms. It had the most beautiful kitchen which opened in a kitchen garden having massive space for growing vegetables. But the owners did not seem to be much fond of that. The main feature of the mansion was a three story library having a spiral staircase. That was the only thing Abigail seemed interested in. The library could be used as a study room or could serve as a work space according to the requirements.

But Ryan had been pushing her boundaries with his words these past few days, and she was too tired to respond. The place was huge, a white mansion standing proud against a clear blue sky. Its neoclassical design was all about intricate details and perfect balance. The walls were a flawless white, gleaming like porcelain, reflecting the bright sunshine. Massive pillars, carved with elaborate patterns, held up the impressive dome. Large windows, framed in rich brown wood, were decorated with colourful stained glass, creating a luxurious and warm feel. In front of the mansion was a spacious courtyard, paved with white marble and dotted with vibrant potted plants. The garden also had a playgroun