Great House Novel Novels & Stories

His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down Vivian's spine as he spoke to her. “Pardon,” Vivian was totally confused by what he just said. “Tales of the Great Gatsby, it's a quote from the novel. You have read the book, right?” Eric Damian said, waving the book he had in his hand in the air. The book had the title “Tales of the Great Gatsby." “Oh...I haven't really read it to the end. I just got the book today. It's quite interesting,” Vivian said, somehow forgetting she had no idea how he got into her room despite the doors and windows being locked shut.

Curiosity got the best of me and I can’t help but ask, “Golden Boys?” She turned to face me surprising me with the intensity that she had in her eyes as she explained, “The heirs of the top billionaires of the world. They cover almost everything. From food to transportation, banks, the list just goes on and on.” “Wow,” Brie replied with amusement. “You’re lucky, Eve.”

SCARLETT FOSTER The heavy rain outside matched the stormy atmosphere inside the back seat of the Maybach. It was nearly eleven in the evening. The high-stakes dinner with Montgomery Enterprises’ overseas investors had been an absolute minefield, but we survived it. I spent the entire night seamlessly managing Caleb’s schedule, pulling up financial statistics at a moment's notice, and intercepting passive-aggressive remarks from greedy board members. Caleb had played the role of the sharp, ruthless CEO flawlessly. But now, as the car navigated through the rain-slicked streets of the city, the powerful corporate titan looked thoroughly exhausted.

"Oh? Is his term up?" "Yes, ma'am. The word is he performed exceptionally in Alaska. The Moretti council has already reinstated him as head of the family." "I see." I nodded, my tone as flat as if we were discussing the weather. "The roses are looking lovely today. Have the gardener give them extra water." The butler hesitated, then understood. "Yes, ma'am." Some people's return was, indeed, less important than the flowers in the garden. A week later, I ran into him at the city art gallery.

I looked into the rear view mirror occasionally and Nelson was constantly stealing a glance at me. The beautiful but suffocating pink gown clung onto my body, revealing my shapes and curves. I couldn't wait for all these to be over so I could pull it off. “Remember the warning, no extra talks. Just answer necessary questions and keep shut,” Nelson warned. My surprise couldn't be contained as the limousine came to a halt in front of a magnificent mansion. I had thought Nelson's mansion was the biggest I would ever see but this was two times bigger than his. From the fascinating environment to the fleet of cars in the garage, and the numerous domestic workers, who were all dressed in their col

Love rather than Leverage "Well, that's certainly a headline," Darren whistled, tossing the magazine onto the penthouse coffee table. *'From Contract to Covenant: The Vanderbilt Love Story That Reshaped an Empire'* blazed across the cover, accompanied by the now-iconic photo of Lucas and Sophia with the twins in the morning light. "The stock's up twelve percent," Susan reported, not looking up from her tablet. At three months old, Cat was dozing in her arms while she worked, a common sight these days. "And the wedding planning inquiries have tripled."

Delatorre's room since there are a lot of flower decors around, including the wall. But the whole room was still elegant even though it does have strong feminine touches all over the place. It just took me a couple of hours to tidy it up and I proceed to room number two. Books, books, and books were everywhere. That was the first sight that welcomed me in this room and I'm pretty sure who owned this one, that would be Duke since Miss Portia mentioned that he is the bookworm in the family. I just never expected that he is this kind of bookworm that his room looks like a library. It is not hard for me to clean his room since almost everything is in place. I'm already getting tired and hungry w

But unfortunately Aciel's perfect family that I thought was absolutely perfect, in fact it was never perfect either. And Aciel failed with his family. He decided to move into his grandfather's house because he was the only grandson who inherited all of his grandfather's wealth. Again I feel jealous of Aciel's life, even when he failed with his family, he still has another life that is just as perfect, even if it has to be without the warmth of family, but for me it doesn't matter because family can be bought with the money he has.

He really had to fix this. The office complex was in the middle of the city. A pretty impressive thirteen story sky scrapper with the Anderson breweries logo on it. As he passed through the main entrance to the parking spaces, he noticed a couple of press people entering the building. He never liked the press. They were the worst part of being famous. With their Microphones and persistent nature for chasing stories and not necessarily truths. As he got out of the elevator, he was met by his personal assistant, Jeffrey.

"That's it!" Charlotte felt perplexed. The Book of the Great Principles was a book self-authored by King Percival Windmere and often read by Owen. Everyone in the family knew about it. Did Faith really come here in the middle of the night just to take a few books? Gina was dismissed, and Charlotte closed the door behind her, pacing inside. She quickly scanned the bookshelf. In the innermost compartment, she opened a book cover and discovered that among the four volumes of "The Book of the Great Principles," one was missing.