Ken Norman Mansion Novels & Stories

Manik signalled her something by raising his eyebrow upward and she followed it only to get exuberant. "Seriously Manik?" he nodded. "Thank you" she ran upto him nd pecked his lips out of excitement. Her eyes were glittering by seeing the "MANAN MANSION" in bold letters etched on front wall of mansion. The mansion was spacious yet homely smaller than Malhotra Mansion and totally different from it, built in new infrastructure. He didn't want to have Karan's memories which will haunt him because of memories related to similarities. "U have much more to see ..... Come in" he dragged her inside the house.

The Northside of Norman was where Isabella spent the most of her life. Talk buildings, grim husky atmosphere—a lot had changed since she left her home here. But for people like Jazzlyn, who’d stayed all these years, these changed could go very unnoticeable. The metal creaks of the playground swing echoed in the midnight, and there was a strong stench of booze that enclasped her aura, each step that she took towards the Evans Villa. To say Jazz was overcome with guilt would be a mere understatement.

Hell no! “We're home, ma'am,” Norman stated, and I was completely stunned, gaping through the window. I wiped the remaining tears on my face and I drew a deep breath. “Thank you,” I said, as he opened the door. I didn't expect less, indeed the mansion was enormous. Everything about it was more than perfect. “You're welcome, ma'am,” the maids said, the moment I strolled in. Wait a minute, were they expecting me? Or Ruby was right after all. “He will dump you like the others! You're not different!” In her words.

"Be confident. You already have a solid foundation; you just need to learn more and gain confidence." The conversation flowing between Noreen and Richard helped ease the awkwardness, until they arrived at the address Ronan had given them. "Wow," Richard murmured, both surprised and amazed, as he looked at the mansion before him. "It's like something I've seen in a fairy tale." Noreen grimaced. The Jasmine Noir mansion was indeed beautiful, spacious, and majestic in its bright, pure white color. But it wasn't as large and grand as Thiery's mansion.

After removing her makeup, Mr. Satan led Emily towards a house behind the villa. For the first time, Emily witnessed what true understated luxury looked like. She had once thought the Reed family was very wealthy. Nathan owned a large company, his home was a luxurious villa, and he had many cars. His lifestyle was already beyond Emily's imagination. But the Norman family estate was ten times larger than the Reed family's. The Norman estate featured a front yard with a fountain and pool, a grand villa, and many houses and gardens behind the villa.

The gravel path crunch softly under the tires as we approach a giant waterfall like statue of a doberman pinscher at the centre. The mansion, a masterpiece of neoclassical architecture, emerges in all its splendour before us. I didn't even know there were houses like this in the city. It's so amazing that I come down of the car to admire my surroundings as soon as Ivan stops at the front of the mansion. "You live here all by yourself?" I ask in awe. I mean, that might be the most stupid question to ever be asked because there's no way he lives here alone. I have my question answered when the huge oak double doors ahead swings open and two ladies walk towards us.

" Still puzzled, she opened up the journal to try and find anything about the brothers who worked for the mansion. Fortunately, she found a short entry about them in one of the pages. It's been quite a day here in the mansion. The guest list is getting longer as Michael's annual business party will begin in a few days' time. The servants, Emile and Basil, are hard at work along with the rest of the kitchen and house staff in ensuring the ballroom is properly decorated. I find Emile to be a very trustworthy companion, but Basil seems to be a bit aloof around my presence for reasons I know not. Anyway, I'll do my best to stay out of trouble and help whenever I'm able to.

She thinned her eyes at him and gave him a grin, but afterwards readied herself for the telling. “Well, Noman was out on a party in Rexcord’s uhm...mansion the second night after we arrived in Spa.” “Mansion?” Mr. Arnold parroted. Of all the things he noticed, it was that particular word. “Is he really that rich?” Amanda bit the inside of her cheek. ‘More than you’ll ever know,’ her mind commented, but she voiced out loudly in the end, “Kind of like that, Dad.” Mr. Arnold whistled and cocked his head to the side. “Go on,” he urged, wanting to know more, but then they were interrupted when his phone rang.

The enormous old stone castle was more mausoleum than residing territory. An old rusty copper knocker chimed cannon-shots in the darkness, and almost shortly, the massive archaic door creaked open. A woman, brushing back a wandering, silver long curl. The modest and fairest he had ever seen, skin so smooth and white and eyes of gleaming ebony. Little light beamed briefly through a burst in the gray mist and was devoured again. She smiled. "Hello. A terrible day? …Hmp! Can you not speak?" she uttered. Norman yanked down his scarf, took off his cover, and crouched. In an instant, he was drenched. "Quite a day, yes? Forgive me, Madam. I seek Countess Matilda. Is she your mistress...?" The woman

I had no idea what-so-ever what he was talking about, but I nodded my head anyway and Cedar drove to the parking space that the man indicated for us. We followed the lights further up the path. Soon, we came to a huge stone mansion. It looked like it had been there since the start of the 1900s, but had been beautifully restored and well-maintained over time. It was easily 10, 000 square feet, if not more. The place was massive. I could even see a tower sticking up on the roof, a tower of all things, like it was a castle. This is like a whole different world.