Jared Leto Haunted Mansion Novels & Stories

They stepped out of the car and just stood there, staring at the parade of high-end rides. Some of Jared's friends were already chatting. "Classic Loredans. Going full royal." "I heard their daughter's the sole heir. Like, legit heiress vibes. Can't wait to see her." As everyone buzzed about the mystery heiress, Jared turned—and froze. A blond man was walking up, smirking. "Mr. Dawson. We meet again." Jared's expression iced over. "What are you doing here?" It was the same guy he'd seen with Lucia.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

AS I STEPPED INTO the hallway, the pitch-black paint nearly left me in the dark, but I was used to it and soon enough my eyes adjusted to the lighting. Curved into the walls were vines decorated with spikes. The carvings are as pitch black as the wall itself, so anyone who got too close to the wall would be sliced open by the spikes. I wasn't looking at the spikes, though, but at the things hanging from them. Thousands of little objects hung from the spikes: necklaces, bracelets, watches, etc. I took every piece from a corpse the Nightmare Master forced me to massacre.

Before entering, Ivan walked next to me and spoke in his warm, gentle voice as he shielded me from the crowd with his broad shoulders. His faint masculine pheromones, mingled with the crisp scent of cedarwood, lingered at the tip of my nose. The sunlight outside was completely blocked out as soon as we stepped into the haunted house. The passage grew more and more narrow as we walked, and I could barely see the path beneath my feet as it was dim inside. Chelsea was braver than I, and she led the way, scouting ahead and leaving me sandwiched in the middle between her and Ivan in the back. It was so cramped that I could even feel Ivan's warm chest brushing against my back as we moved.

"Why? The rejection would be fine if they don't mark each other." Becky shook her head. "That's not how it works with fated mates. Rejecting them weakens our wolf. Your pack would demand Jackson take his fated to prevent us from falling weak." I tried to shake off my unease. "What is that place?" Sandra asked, pointing to the eerie mansion in the distance. "It's the haunted mansion of the De' Luxe family," I explained. "Legend has it that a malevolent force wiped out the entire family. Some say if you stand by the iron gates, you can see an apparition of a grieving woman searching for her daughters."

My white bridal dress hugged my chest and waist so nicely, exposing my cleavage and legs as it had a corset with two thick straps that hung over the upper part of my arms, leaving my neck and shoulders completely bare and a skirt that was shorter at the front and longer at the back, the front part ending right above my knees. My hair was styled into a messy updo, purposely leaving my neck bare so that those two fake punctured holes and blood on that spot between my neck and shoulder could be visible, covering the very real scar that existed underneath. Three days. It's been three fucking days since that crazy incident at the mall yet David still hasn't explained to me what was going on and w

The haunted house had taken root in Greystone Manor, an aging mansion on the outskirts of Velmora’s East District, complete with towers, gables, and enough architectural drama to look really creepy even in broad daylight. “Last chance to back out,” Rohan said as they approached the entrance. “Are you kidding? I have been looking forward to seeing the unflappable Rohan Marquez jump at fake monsters.” “Who says I’m going to jump?” “Everyone jumps in haunted houses. It’s scientifically impossible not to.”

Luca's scream echoed through the mansion. Followed by laughter. Then another scream. Then someone shouting, "Stop throwing things at him!" For a brief moment, the Romano mansion almost felt normal again. Almost. Three nights later, the illusion shattered. The mansion suddenly went dark. Every light died at once. The chandeliers. The hallway lamps. The security systems. Everything. A collective groan echoed through the building. Then came Luca's voice from somewhere downstairs. "IF THIS IS AN ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT, I'M OFFENDED BY THE TIMING."

As such, she left after lunch. "This isn't the way back to the manor, Mrs. Layton," Bethany remarked from the passenger seat. Lucille explained, "Yeah. We're going to Nexford." "No wonder she didn't let me drive. Every time this happens, I feel like something's going to happen," Bethany thought inwardly. In the meantime, a few people dispersed and entered the sanatorium after Lucille's departure. … In Hunter's private room at Nightshadow Club in Nexford, he reported, "Echelon 103 robbed a gold mine and wiped out everyone brutally."

“I’ll give you two one minute. Only one of you can live. If neither of you has taken action after one minute, both of you have to die.” With those final words, Joe said no more and left the mansion’s lounge without looking back. The rain got heavier outside. It continuously washed away this ground that was filled with blood and wickedness. Bracing the rain, Joe strode out of Jerome’s mansion. Just as he reached the mansion’s gate, a hysterical shriek reverberated from the mansion’s living room. It was the screams of Jemma Quintus. Outside the gates, a black-clothed bodyguard was holding an umbrella, shielding Joe from the rain. A black Rolls Royce was parked by the roadside. It was once Jako