It's So Lonely In My Mansion Novels & Stories

Even the corridors that we walked in were silent like a ghost town, and although the mansion was lavish, it felt lonesome just to be standing in it. "So where do you stay?" I mumbled, unable to stop my curiosity. "This entire mansion is where I dawdle. Every room in this place belongs to me. This was my thirteen years old birthday gift from my uncle." Iris said, her smile stiff as her eyes abandoned my face and stared at the tiles. "Only those that serve me stay here." How lonely it must be for her to live in such a fancy cage, and now that Hatzis is dead, it must be even more painful for her.

The joblessness and the crushing loneliness finally settle on me like a heavy shroud. I look around the large mansion, and for a moment, the beauty of it feels like an insult. The living room is sprawling and glittering, filled with expensive furniture and art that cost more than my entire education. The sun streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting off the polished floors, but there is no warmth in it. Everything is perfect, everything is expensive, and everything is empty.

I parked in the garage and went into the house. The house was quiet. It’s just me now. I’ll get used to it eventually, though I have to admit that I feel lonely. But I am not going to dwell on it. This feeling is just temporary. At least, I hope. Shaking that thought out of my head, I went to take a shower. When I was finished, I sat on my bed thinking about this point in my life. My job starts tomorrow night, so I’ll stay awake just a little longer to slowly adjust working the graveyard shift. Looking at the time, it’s only 10pm, so I looked for something to watch on one of those streaming networks. No matter how many streaming services or channels I have, there is always nothin

I told him as I came out from the car "don't worry very soon you will. Now come on soon it will rain anytime now." Kiaan said and I followed him His mansion is gigantic, doesn't he feel lonely here? But his mansion is really good. Its architecture is beautiful. "you have a beautiful mansion." I complimented "thanks." He replied "if you don't mind can I ask you something?" I asked him "yeah ask." He said as he gesture me to take a seat "don't you feel lonely here? I mean you're all alone here. In this gigantic mansion." I asked him

"Hmmm now you must be alone na " " No saanvika and Sameer are going to stay with me." " Ooh that will be good otherwise you will feel lonely na, I mean alone in the mansion." " I was lonely all my life adhya but the moment a scared pigeon entered my life she changed everything. You know I felt at peace when she slept in my arms. Her smiling face makes my days beautiful and what to say about nights let's not go there. so it doesn't matter that I am alone or people are staying with me because I crave for her presence near me you know to keep me sane."

He's got no little kids apart from his grandchildren Zayn and Zahir who are still too little to jump on a trampoline. "Why was this installed?" I asked my dad. "I have no idea Helena. I am as confused as you". He told me. "So, do you like the house?". "Quite frankly. I do love it a lot, but…" "What? Is there a problem?" "Well, it's not a problem. It's just that I would be very lonely here". I scoffed. But it's the same thing as the old house. You lived alone after I left". "No, it's not the same. Things are different now. This is a mansion and you know how quiet it can be".

No answers come, I choose to let it slide, clearing my throat and smiling nervously. Anderson nods and keeps on walking, I follow behind him, feeling small and out of place. The doors opens automatically as we step before each. They are giant glass doors with gold handles. Wealth screaming from everything in this mansion. A grand staircase leads towards the upper floor. The walls are lined with art, real oil paintings, framed in gold. The scent of polished wood hangs in the air. I’d never seen anything like it. Anderson must have seen the shock on my face, because he says, almost casually, “It’s too big for one person, really. But I like the quiet. My mate left me after she found her fated m

He knows something is bothering me, but I've never put into words how I see myself as a murderer and a monster. Deep in thought, I keep walking, watching as Bob and Garett open a large iron entrance. I lift my chin as they struggle to separate the doors, silently studying the old mansion that looks rundown. A cold shiver runs down my spine as I imagine what this place must have looked like before the infection struck.

without any hesitation I end the call, glancing at the time on the screen before it goes dark. 4:30 p.m. Sighing I push away from the desk before standing up and sauntering over to the coffee machine in the corner. I return to the cluttered desk with a new cup in hand, eager to read through a few more redevelopment proposals. ×××××× “Marian!” I call out to my housekeeper down the hall. Taking off and folding my gray jacket I rest it on one of the decorated chairs in the foyer. As crazy as it sounds, I live alone in a mansion... well me and the live-in staff I have here on command. I thought the purchase was a total waste since I never thought I needed this much space but as it turns out it’s

By the time we reach the shifter compound I'm calm. Depression and loneliness seeps into my skin as I look at the huge empty house. During the day the mansion is filled with paras moving about. At night with the exception of security, me, Gunner and my father; this place is a ghost town. Blaze opens my door and helps me out the back of his vehicle. He escorts me to the house and opens the door. I head inside and he follows me to the stairs.