Ken Norman Mansion Novels & Stories

He added but I kept mute, knowing what he said was right, after all, I should do this if I wanted to see my mother but one thing was sure; I would definitely make Max regret. As we glided through the interior designs of the passage, we took the stairs that led to an outer space of the mansion and finally arrived at the spacious living room and there, ten pair of eyes sat with the same aura of dominance; Mr Norman, Max's mother, Daniel and the woman he came with as well as the one I recognized as the butler with his dress code.

The last bit of hope I had quietly died. I clenched my fists tightly. It seemed that I needed to pay a visit to his mansion. The next day, Grace left for work at six in the morning as usual. After she left, I asked a friend to babysit Jack and went to Cloud Mansion. The mansion looked like a castle. There were a garden and a balcony, even a sunroom on the third floor. There was a basement too. It was the kind of home I had never even dared to dream of. Soon, the door opened.

Would it be at the old York residence or just a random house? “Nana, we could still stay at Whitmore Mansion if we clean it up, right?” Grandma May grinned. “Yes, indeed we could.” The old York residence that Grandma May was currently residing at was a villa on a mountain built by her and her husband. It was called Wildridge Manor. Whitmore Mansion, on the other hand, was an ancestral house that was incredibly quaint and not far away, with only a ten-minute drive from Wildridge Manor. Grandma May would bring her children and grandchildren back to Whitmore for old times’ sake and to pay respects to their ancestors.

POV: Callum Brennan Location: Kensington, Mordaunt's Mansion Time: Three Days After Battle The address Mordaunt provided is in Kensington. Wealthy neighborhood. Old money. The kind of place where pack-raised wolves like me don't belong. I'm standing outside a Georgian mansion that probably costs more than my entire pack's territory. Four stories. Manicured gardens. Security that's subtle but present. This is where Mordaunt lives. Six hundred years of accumulated wealth on display.

“We'll go investigate a bit and what we know we'll let you know.” “Thank you guys.” “Good. We'll talk later,” Mark said goodbye. Mark and Doris left, and Norma stayed a moment longer, looking at the plans for the mystery house. An hour later she was in front of the house, looking at it from the car. A few seconds later she got out of the car and went to the porch, then rang the doorbell. She was really intrigued to find out who was following young Ranlone, and of course to find out if the owner of the house was still alive.

(Author’s POV) . The Knight Mansion was built on a large land surrounded by high walls, built to last for centuries. It was said to have been built to protect those who came to dwell in it during the war that had occurred in Bloom City about two hundred years ago. Nestled on the hill overlooking Bloom City, it signalled status and wealth. It had gone through many renovation and refurbishment to keep it looking splendour and magnificent. A touch of modern art sculptures were seen decorating the lawn, which was known to be the choice of Laura Julianne Knight. The only daughter of the late Lucas Knight, former president of Knight Corporation.

Nothing could have prepared her for the McKinney Mansion. She'd seen pictures — Anna had shown her years ago, the kind that unhinged your jaw. But photographs were filthy liars. No photograph could communicate the sheer scale of the thing. The iron gates alone were taller than her apartment building. "Jesus," she said, when the car stopped at the front steps. "I'll give you the tour," Neo said. "Can we start outside and work inward? I need to mentally prepare." He laughed. A real one, not the boardroom kind. It transformed his face entirely and Irina filed that information away without fully understanding why.

__~ Mr Norman drove into the compound as he parked his car in the garage. He came out and went inside with the maids who came to collect his briefcase upon hearing the sound of his car. Today was Sunday but yet he went to the office because he had an important meeting. "Where is my daughter?" "Welcome home Sir Norman." Blossom's nanny and also the head of the maids greeted immediately she sighted Mr Norman in the living room. "Where is my daughter?" Mr Norman nodded before repeating his question. "She is in her room and has refused to come downstairs since you left. She even refused to take lunch." The nanny said in a slight bow.

Eventually, I gave up and drifted off to sleep. “Hey, we’re here,” Beta Jayvon reaches behind him to gently shake me awake. It’s late when we arrive, not fully dark, though; the sky is alight with the fiery colors of the approaching summer sunset. I rub the sleep from my eyes and try to focus on what is outside. I see a beautiful old mansion. I don’t know anything about architecture, but if I had to guess, I’d say it’s a French Chateau. It’s a large cream-colored brick manor house, at least three stories tall, but the wide rambling wings make it look short. It’s freaking massive. Looking at this thing, I’m half expecting Leonardo DaVinci or Mary Queen of Scots to come waltzing down the stone