It's So Lonely In My Mansion Novels & Stories

His kindness was effortless, his presence magnetic. If he hadn’t appeared that night, I might not be here now. It wouldn’t have been the cold that killed me—it would’ve been the loneliness. The ache of never being enough, of never being loved. Now, as sunlight spills through the blinds, I let myself bask in the surreal beauty of this moment. The distant cityscape glimmers under a blanket of snow, and the mansion grounds stretch endlessly below. Near the ancient bridge leading to the estate, a group of young lycan girls laugh and play, their black coats stark against the white snow.

I mumble, then turn around and step away. ֍ ֍ ֍ The day drags on as I lie in my bed sinking deeper into the mattress. I can tell it’s late afternoon because I’m starting to feel very hungry. I refused to eat anything this morning, and I still don’t feel like eating. I’ve lost all hope… I just feel like dying. But not feeling like giving up yet, i decide to go downstairs and get something to eat. As I reach downstairs, close to the livingroom, I hear cute little giggles. The joyous sound is so out of place in this silent somber mansion.

🦋 FELIX 🦋 I stepped into the mansion for the first time since Benita had gone missing. I turned the light on, but everything in my life seemed dark. The weight of loneliness crushed me, as if I were the only person left in a desolate world. Every step felt like a journey through emptiness, every moment a reminder that the one person who made life worth living was gone. I couldn't shake the feeling that a part of me had been torn away, leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled.

He told me I can join the company next week, so at least now I will have some life. I feel lonely here. Even though this house is filled with security and maids, no one is allowed to talk to me as a friend due to 'boss's orders. I sometimes wished Jo or Chris would be here. It feels like nothing is alive in this mansion, feels like just some zombies standing at each corner. No one makes a single sound except when the trucks come for loading and unloading. So I decided to explore the mansion today with Lily in the afternoon. She works here as a maid and is about my age but is married and has 2 children. She is friendly than the others meaning that she at least gives me verbal answers.

I was the happiest woman alive, I wished to relive the night over and over and over again till eternity. If we spent the night together, it only meant he saw me as his mate, and he was also in love with me, right? That was why he could not resist the temptation because he craved for my body the same way I craved for his. I looked at the bruises on my arms, it was all worth it. But my smile faded when Lucian was nowhere to be found. I looked side to side, expecting to see him on the other side, but I was well aware from the time I had awoken that I was alone.

So I sat there, alone in the luxurious sitting room, holding Mira’s message like a fragile piece of hope, and I stared into the silence of the mansion. The mansion that once echoed with laughter. Now echoed with the footsteps of a lonely orphan. And for the first time, I understood something even more terrifying than loneliness. I understood that survival would now be my only choice.

Trying to hold on to his memory, I even use his toothbrush, hoping to feel close to him. Nighttime becomes a painful routine. I wear his clothes, hoping to catch a bit of his scent. It's like trying to hold onto something slipping away. The bed, where we once laughed and made promises, now feels cold and lonely. Loneliness is like a sharp pain in my throat. The mansion, once lively, now emphasizes the emptiness left by Calhoun's curse. The sounds of laughter are gone, replaced by the echoes of my footsteps, highlighting how much I miss him.

If anything, there is just silence. And, I am starting to grow afraid of silence. It reminds me how lonely I am. It reminds me about how lonely I made her feel. It reminds me about how I sent her to a lonely world where she does not know anyone. Byt only, of I could bring her back. Only if I could bring the happiness back both in his life and in the mansion.

Sweet, vanilla warmth with that darker edge that clung to my thoughts like smoke. I shifted on the couch and glanced toward the hallway, half expecting someone to appear. Nothing. Just me. Alone in this mansion that suddenly felt too big, too quiet.

Coming back to the present. "Gab I'm so bored, no one has my time in this mansion I'm all alone." He looked at me like I had suddenly grown two horns muttering .. "how does that have anything to do with me?". I got down from the stool I was sitting to have breakfast and walked up to him putting my most innocent face and a charming puppy dog eye.