It's So Lonely In My Mansion Novels & Stories

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.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” Good enough. Nothing in life is free these days, not even babysitting a grumpy billionaire. “I’ve got another question,” I said. He exhaled heavily. “Go ahead,” he muttered, taking another spoonful of rice. “Do you live here alone?” I asked, glancing around the mansion. “Yes.” “You’re not scared? Or lonely? You know… being all alone in a house this big?” He paused, looked at me briefly, then shrugged. “No. I’m busy with work, so…”

Lily took a deep breath and exhaling she smiled shyly, “In last two months…..umm….I think..I have come to understand your son and I really like him.” Amanda patted her cheek and smiled, “I think Ryan has also started to open up to you!” -- Two months later. It was a day in New York! The mansion was huge, more like a castle and there were many people inside living in the mansion! Yet it was cold and dead because the family consisted of only one person and his loneliness! Rest all were maids and servants! “Is the lunch ready? Master is expecting the guests in two hours!” Cyrus snapped at the middle aged maid, who is the housekeeper as well, Nora.

Who will follow another woman when he has a chance, who will hurt me if I don’t do as he commands and he wants me to give him an heir? The only sound that filled my ears apart from the tears falling from my eyes was the creaks of the floorboard as I moved to the bed, reminding me how alone I am in this huge mansion, I’m not married, “I’ve been sold to a Mafia Lord” I whisper to myself, my throat clogged. My eyes hovered around my bags still unpacked at the foot of the bed, I have to escape, I have to leave this place.

So why don't we go? Oh, this could be the end of everything So why don't we go somewhere only we know? Somewhere only we know Somewhere only we know Loneliness isn’t bad for me though. I am very used to it and I know pretty well how to make good use of it. All these time I am occupied with rebuilding my life with Mallory. I stand up facing a full body mirror beside the closet. ‘You’re doing fine Irina,’ I said to my appearance in the mirror as if talking to another person. ‘Dress nicely and grab yourself a nice drink.’ I added.

I just know that she wouldn’t dare to say something like that to me if Cole was listening. That bitch is scared of him. Maybe this is what rich people meant when they said being rich is lonely. This mansion has everything, an Olympic-sized pool, chefs who cook meals better than any restaurant, maids who act like ghosts until you need something. But right now, I feel emptier than I ever did when I was broke. It’s probably because I don’t really have any problems to think about to somehow fill up the emptiness in my heart and mind. Or maybe it just feels emptier because Cole isn't here.

Maybe then you'd know me 'Cause I've had everything But no one's listening And that's just fuckin' lonely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely What if you had it all But nobody to call? Maybe then you'd know me 'Cause I've had everything But no one's listening And that's just fuckin' lonely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely I'm so lo-o-o-onely Lo-o-o-onely VERONA'S POV ( ELIZABETH'S MOTHER)

She says standing up and hugging me before she left. Now I am alone again in this big mansion. With no company. The dark walls my only companion. When will this misery end? ..... What do you when will this misery end? How was chapter? Comment and follow. Thanks.

I realized that I hadn’t had a genuine hug ever since my mother died. And for the first time in a long while, I felt peace and security. Isaiah’s house wasn’t luxurious at all. It had the aura of an old-time house, but I’d call it a sense of home. The bed and its stand were old-fashioned, and it creaked whenever one moved on it. It was already 10 a.m. in California, but it all still seemed like a dream to me. A very sad dream, if I eventually woke up from it.

Satisfied with my response, he slowly let go of my chin, his fingers lingering on my skin for just a second too long. Later that afternoon, I decided to leave my room and try to explore the rest of the massive mansion. There were so many different rooms to see—a private movie cinema with plush leather seats, a massive indoor swimming pool, a fully equipped gym, and a multi-story library that was larger than any bookstore I had ever seen in my life. But despite all the luxury surrounding me, I felt incredibly lonely. The massive spaces felt empty and cold without any life in them.