It's So Lonely In My Mansion Novels & Stories

I'd rather a death be quick and painless then of freaking starvation. I haven't been taken from my room in days. I wish I knew how long I've been here. Of course no one is probably looking. The only "friends" I had were the ones I worked with at the club. And my boss is probably pissed that I haven't shown up to work. So I'm never going to be found because no one is looking. Downsides of being a loner. If you ever get kidnapped, you're fucked.

I craved for affection when I dwelled in the mortal realm, didn’t I? Oh, how jealous I used to feel of the people around me who had someone who wanted them. How lonely I used to feel. It’s now I realize that since I came here, I didn’t feel that once. The loneliness. It seemed to have been left behind in that mortal real ever since he bought me here. He was with me, in some way or the other. Either keeping an eye on me or keeping me company. I wonder what will happen if I go away right now? Will I find the same loneliness again? I find myself moving closer to him as I sink deeper into the pool of my thoughts. It feels like he’s the bottom and I am the anchor who’s sinking deep due to the wei

I walk through the staircase up to the black door and I open it slowly I am so nervous even if I know that he can never hurt me still I'm afraid because I am the only one here but I need to do this “You found me” A guy voice and then I Wonder my eyes into the simple room and I'm So curious the mansion is so big but the room is so very simple it's like a there are no people who live inside

He murmurs. I swallow, realizing once again that I am alone in a dark, creepy mansion with a moody, potentially dangerous man who seems to live in isolation with no direct contact with the outside world. Deciding it's not worth the argument, I let the issue be. “I need to pick up my backpack and clothes from downstairs. Would you mind if I put my clothes in your washer and dryer? They’re filthy.”

He had just written it off as one of the guests but no guests would the that far inside the mansion even if they wandered off. He didn’t want to drag things out, or blow it out of proportion by involving his pack in his plans. Solo was always best. As he approached the mansion, he realized that everywhere was silent and almost deserted. It made him see once again just how vain humans were and how life was actually nothing. A billionaire that had everything this world had to offer with everyone flocking around him, had been left alone just like that. Just 24 hours after his death. As he approached the mansion, he heard that same heartbeat and followed it.

I live alone in this huge mansion alone but I have domestic workers who comes to clean, do laundry for me and go back to their various homes, I like to live alone, without disturbance from strangers. I off the remaining clothes on me, as I walk in my mansion completely in my naked glory to the bathing room to have a cool shower, this is one reason I don't like having strangers live in my house, I like Noah junior to move freely down there and if there's anyone I will like to live with in my penthouse, that will be my woman, someone I will love and cherish, I'm going to touch her in every part of her body, make love to her in every part of this house' I can't wait for that time to come, I can

I turned my phone off before I could embarrass myself further. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to push down the disturbance knotting in my chest. This wasn't about Nightshade. It was the fear of being alone again. That familiar feeling of isolation, the one I acted like it didn’t bother me. This mansion wasn't helping, it only made things worse. Just the money was keeping me. It was too calm, clean, and quiet. It felt like living inside a crystal. I pushed myself off the bed. Exercise felt better than thinking.

I ask not sure of what I heard “ Come inside, it's too cold out here!” I quickly followed him before he gets a second thought, entering the mansion, A big house, the kind in which most American kids dreamed of growing up. Secluded among trees on one of New York's most exclusive streets, it had turrets, gables, dormers, balconies, a screened-in front porch, a free-standing garage, a gazebo, a pool, formal gradients, and calm but I could also feel its loneliness ranging from the trees, hi flowers and even the rocks design on the wall all seems lonely.

I raised my hands in surrender “ I plead not guilty to that accusation,my lord.” “Come on, I have lost count of all the girls you have been with since we moved here,” He said, crossing his hands together. “I can’t help it that everybody finds me attractive,” I smirked. “How about you start taking life more seriously and find a mate,” Noah said. I frowned “It’s not my fault, I have to be punished for the sins of my father, if the moon goddess wants me mateless, then I am going to enjoy every bit of my single life,”

in this giant echoing mansion. “Do you want a cupcake?” I offered again, pushing the plate toward him. “I just made them.” He grinned. “I don’t think Crux gets a lot of hot women running around in their panties here. Makes for a great distraction-free workplace, but it’s not lively. So yeah… I’m glad you’re here.” “It is kind of big and lonely and echo-ey, isn’t it?” I said, peeling away the wrapper of my own cupcake.