Gotham Wayne Manor Novels & Stories

Thank you, I'm sorry what was your name? "I'm Pennyworth sir." "Excellent Pennyworth. Thank you." I walked away from the butler and through the opulent mansion getting angrier with each step. Why did a monster like Jefferson Cadman get to live in such splendor when people like my sister and Chastity had to live in cramped homes with men who didn't appreciate them? As a matter of fact, Jefferson was right up there with Pastor James when it came to his disgustingness. Grooming his own daughter as his fuck doll. I passed through the home all but vibrating with the injustice of it all. The fates had been so very right. This world, my part of it anyway was so out of balance. But today I was going

Reaching the border back into Nigeria, the military stopped their vehicle, requested for their ID cards, they showed their cards, a soldier walked around the truck searching for something illegal, he opened the back seat door then looked at the chair, there was nothing, he touched the soft form to see if something was hiding inside it, he tried to lift the seat up but it would not move, he shut the door then signalled them to go, they entered Nigeria, Victor and John looked at each other and smiled “Smart plan Victor” John said… PRESENT Berlin, Germany Gunther Manor The G-wagon arrived in front of a large bar gate, there were two security personnel there, and through a push button the gate o

Eric guffawed. His face was filled with contempt. He pointed at Philip and said, “F*ck me! What did you say, Philip? You’re taking Wynn there? How are you going to take her there? You’re just a piece of trash! “Do you know what kind of place Cirrus Manor is? It’s the most mysterious manor in Riverdale! It cost the owners one billion to build! “Are you saying that you’re qualified to be invited to the party?”

Make it look like I was the one holding us up. Forty minutes later, the iron gates of the Carmen Blackwood Manor swung open. The estate was breathtaking—twenty acres of ancient forest and perfectly kept grounds surrounding a massive stone manor. Unlike the modern glass tower Sebastian lived in, this place felt like the heart of the pack. It felt like history.

Though ‘vacation home’ was more like a ‘vacation mansion. As our Uber was pulling up through the gated entrance across an expansive lawn, I saw what could only be described as the Wayne Manor coming up in the distance. Melody explained that her family had a Condo in the city where they lived most of the time and only used this house to host events and time away from the city.

The first twenty-six years of her life were miserable, but after meeting Callum, her life was filled with happiness and contentment. It seemed God pitied her enough to grant her a fulfilling second half of her life. While Camryn reminisced, Trenton called Lana after ending his call with his sister. When Lana answered the phone, he apologized, “Lana, I’m sorry, I can’t take you to visit Wildridge Manor. “Wildridge Manor is the Yorks’ ancestral home. It’s not a tourist attraction and isn’t open to the public. Even their close relatives and friends need to call in advance to report their visit and obtain permission before going there.”

XANDER Moon Manor was the ancestral residence of my family—home to generations of the Moonstone lineage for centuries. Though it had long since outgrown its original form, reshaped by countless renovations and modern reconstructions to fit the contemporary world, certain parts of it had remained untouched. One of them was the underground dungeon. Hidden beneath the calm, glamorous surface, it was a place never acknowledged publicly. A private holding facility where enemies of the family were imprisoned, interrogated, and dealt with.

I want to call Caden right now, hear his voice go rough with that specific tenderness he reserves only for me, hear him say something ridiculous and wonderful like he always does when something matters to him. My driver, Marco, is waiting at the curb. He opens the rear door with a respectful dip of his head the moment he spots me. "Home, ma'am?" he asks. "Home," I confirm, sliding inside. The word settles over me like a warm blanket. Home. Blackwell Manor, sitting at the top of Cresthaven Ridge, surrounded by dark pines and the rich, earthy scent of pack territory. It never truly felt like mine in the beginning — that sprawling stone estate with its high ceilings and cold portraits of Caden'

Fedora whispered, her hands tracing the line of my shoulders before I shrugged off her hold, ignoring her soft sigh just as the door closed behind me. # My claws scrapped nosily against the skill throne as the wolves murmured restlessly between themselves. “Where is he?” “Is this man even worth stepping foot in Gotham!” Their words bubbled in the darkly lit throne room. The overhead chandeliers clanked noisily in the passing breeze that drifted from the large windows surrounding us. The soft dirge of the piano was all but forgotten as the skies on the glass roof of the ceiling changed to an evening grey. The scribe had passed an inquest to the dreaded rogue wolf of the North. A man even dead