House Mormont Novels & Stories

The Montgo family ancestral home, which Vivienne was visiting for the first time, made her realize what a true castle looked like. It was like a castle you would see in a TV drama, with a large expanse of land. However, the design of the Montgo family mansion had more of an Eastern influence, with a courtyard-style garden, lush tree-lined paths, and the towering trees concealing the quaint buildings, giving it a serene, elegant, and distant feel.

It was really odd leaving here to go live somewhere else. We drove down the highway until we reached Juniper Moon’s gates. The guards let us through and I followed Torin to his house. I was here yesterday and got to see his home for the first time. I loved it. It was a small ranch-style cabin with no upstairs, but still had three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It wasn’t big and fancy, but I never expected that. What would make the home special would be the people that lived there and the memories we made together.

Damaris gave her a wink from behind and montoya moorman felt her heart taughened. "I don't think so."she replied"besides I think this is no difference when you left for APA." on the TV screen from the Cains home, there was a spaghetti kiss going on. **** montoya tried ignoring the thought of philbert moormans fury as Mrs Cain drove her taurus to penermans drive. Vergil always had beautiful nights.the stars, the owls-it was true beautiful things happened when the sun came down.

Glory Denver I decided to prepare a snack and take it to Candace upstairs; she hadn't left her room much since the scandal that had happened in that house last week, and I was worried. What if she did something she would regret later? Besides, I had to play my role as a mother-in-law. I looked out the window at the vast field of pine trees that surrounded the Morton mansion until I lost sight of it, and there, I could see the mountains covered in snow on their tops as if they were big chocolate cakes with whipped cream topping.

Mansterville Part 1 ~Waverly~ It was around the end of October when the convoy of moving trucks rolled up in front of the gated old mansion that sat just across the road from us. I had heard them coming down the private drive, gears grinding & shifting. I was actually very impressed they had managed to maneuver the huge 18 wheelers down the winding narrowed pig trail. I stopped halfway up the stairs rushing back down to the sitting room as fast as I could.

Chapter 23 Chapter 23 By the time it was 7pm Monti was tired and decided to go home, behold that he was furious, it was all over the news that he was keeping a woman at his mansion whom he was having an affair with, alot of people where happy he was straight and did actually have a penis but what did he care, He wanted to find out the person who gave the news our after all, he was very serious when it comes to his private life,

He had been to this cabin more than enough times, it was almost a third home for him; second, being Jay’s home. “Oh, fuck, what do you want?” Rachel asked as she swung the door open. His eyes landed on her and he sucked in a breath. She had lost some weight, he finally noticed, and he was going to have to say it was over that asshole. “You need to leave,” he said, walking past her and into the spacious cabin. Okay, cabin was being modest. It was more like a four-bedroom, three bath, indoor hot tub in the back, modern kitchen, house settled in the mountain ranges of Colorado. It did belong to Jay’s parents though, and it was their vacation home. Some people had condos by the beaches; the Morg

She had a hunch that her aunt was privy to some kind of information. Emory watched the door, listening to the sound of distant footsteps. A lot of questions raced through Emory’s mind as Dante approached Rodyn. If this wasn’t Dante’s tower, then where were they? And why was there a portal in this room? “So you just go through a portal without thinking it could lead to another realm?” Emory asked.

Its windows were as shy as eyes - small, although large enough to welcome any ray of sun. The tiled walls belonged right where it was as if they had been called into existence to protect those who dwelled within them. The fence surrounding the mansion and the mansion itself was all concrete and tall glass windows gave a view of the mountains. There was a mighty oak in the center of the compound, centuries old, and the great house had been built around it. Boldly calligraphed on the front door of the mansion was the family name; The Moore House. "Are you ready?" Perry asked her, wanting to be sure she was ready for them to go in.

The kid stopped in front of the three girls and pulled off his hood, revealing his blond hair. “Hi, I'm Anthony. I’m looking for the Mortimer Mansion; do you by any chance know where it is?” The kid asked, getting off his bike. “The Mortimer Mansion?” Valerie said softly, then turned to the rubble. “Why are you looking for the Mortimer mansion? Are you looking for a friend, or did your parents work here?” Marie asked.