Romans & histoires Lady Of Milkweed Manor

"Do we have a suitable maid in our midst?" "No, the Dark Shadow only has one woman, and that is Lynette. We have not searched for another maid ever since Lynette's accident. We are worried that if we were to look for one and place her in the villa without proper vetting, she will pose a threat to Mrs. Milton," Elvis explained. "I see. I will send one of my people here tomorrow to take care of the chores in the manor. You don't have to worry about my people," Bellamy said.

There was no Jason to greet him and no bustling staff, only the wind dragging brittle leaves across the bare driveway. Ryan leaped out and shoved the heavy doors open. The grand hall was empty, and the expensive carpets were gone. The ancestral portraits on the walls, too, had vanished. Even the bronze hunting dog sculpture from the fireplace was missing. Standing at the center of the vacant hall were Francis, Bella, Darius, and Maria. Each wore a different expression, ranging from guilt, avoidance, and smug delight. "Where's Helen?" Ryan demanded. "Where's my child?" Bella stepped forward and handed him a document.

She took a cup of milk from it and poured it over her head. Lyra didn't know what she was trying to do and looked at her coldly. After pouring the milk, Lily suddenly screamed. "Ah! Help! Murder!" In an instant, Lyra understood what this woman was trying to do. As soon as Lily opened the door, she immediately used her own clothes to cover her chest. "Are you all right, Madam?" Butler Zane rushed in and was stunned to see Lily in a sorry state. "Madam, are you okay?" Zane asked Lyra first.

I exhaled deeply, “Good riddance.” “Lacy!” she snapped. “Don’t talk like that,” she dropped her voice to a low whisper. I stared at her in disbelief, “Are you going to pretend like you didn’t know what just happened?” “What happened?” she stared at me with genuine confusion. “Where have you been, Ma?” “The kids and I were tending to the garden outside when Mandy came to inform us that there was another deathly pale lady in the house.” “As soon as I realized she was talking about the Luna…” her face lit up as she continued, “I left them in the garden and rushed to put on something nice and prepare this snack.”

“Sorry for calling you this late, but we had to set aside the project since Bill is still unconscious.” My world suddenly spun around me. “W-what? I thought—” “He’s OD with an energy drink, sir.” *** The Thirty-five rooms Kentworthry Manor stood on the ground for over a century still looked prestigious with its Shakespearean architectural design from granite blocks. “Welcome back! How’s your flight?” Mama met me at the door. “Terribly long, but it’s worth it now that I am here. I missed you, Mama.” I pulled her into a hug.

She peeked over the other maid who just answered the question saying that it is 11:54am right now. "My lady , 6 minutes are left for noon to approach." Carol reminded the old lady. Just as the lady listened to her words, she perplexed and told her .... "Hurry up Carol.... bring me that book , which I was showing you yesterday right now." Not asking anything further, Carol headed to bring the book and the lady murmured softly ... "P2 guide werewolf." Carol stepped inside another room of the house which was like a house but was actually a mansion. when she stepped inside , there were many antiques and valuable things placed and it gave off the look like it was some kind of a museum.

That evening, I stood outside Veronica Vanderhorn’s door with her dinner on a silver tray. I paused for a few seconds, taking a deep breath. Walking on eggshells around the young miss was nothing new, but ever since her father—the master of the estate—had confined her to the east tower for a failed investment, her moods had become a storm. The last maid, Mary, had already quit, supposedly unable to handle her temper. I knocked lightly. "Miss, your dinner."

The actual chandelier left a large shadow on most of the large open space. The mansion had an awful feel. Just being inside it gave me a horrible feeling inside, but I couldn't pinpoint why I had it. It was like something dreadfully morbid was happening, but it was the mansion of a woman over fifty years old. She couldn't kill someone if she tried, right? She was too old to, although the strength she showed when she slapped me made me question that notion. "Where is everyone?" she asked angrily, rhetorically.

Humiliation, betrayal, pain… everything swam into a black, buzzing void. I curled up in the mud, my consciousness drifting in and out of the darkness. In the final second, just before it all went black, I saw a blurred figure. A man in black appeared silently at the edge of the swamp. He dropped to one knee. He held out a letter, and his voice cut through the toxic air, sharp and clear: “Lady Della, hold on. This is a potion to fight the silver poison. In two days, at the full moon, Alpha Jaden will come for you himself.”

“What's going on?“ He smirked but gave me no response. My answer came when the door opened again. Mane entered with Stella? in tow. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was seeing correctly. What was she doing here? Did this little b*tch rat me out? A maid entered too, and finally James. I was done for. I tried to catch Stella's eye, but she was looking everywhere but at me. Damn it! “Alexa. You know these people?“ “N…no. I don't know anyone of them.“ I lied. “Really?“ “Yes.“ I stood more confidently. “Darla.“ Mane faced the maid. “Tell her what you saw.“ Magnus looked on in amusement. “My Alpha.“ The maid started. “Two days ago, I was picking mushrooms from the woods when I saw my lady and this