Luigi Mansion House Novels & Stories

After the meeting that ended with the security dragging Margaret out of the office and Nathaniel following behind with a dry look on his face. Luca sat inches away from me in the car and with each passing second I was moved to ask him but I ended up drifting to another cloud of thoughts ‘Gates opening’ The gates of Luca's house didn't open the way my father's did. Think of old money in a more modern and sophisticated way. As we rode inside his mansion. I marvelled quietly at the sheer scale of it. Three storeys of pale limestone. Wide steps and ironed framed windows. The car stopped.

He was currently unpredictable, emotional, and at this point, angry enough to burn down anything in his path. “We go back and regroup,” I said finally. “We’ve got other fires to put out.” Tomas nodded and we drove in silence the rest of the way. Instead of going back to the penthouse suite, I drove to the Lucchese Mansion. It was too quiet when we pulled in. The guards weren’t at their usual posts. There was no noise from the kitchen, no faint sound of the television downstairs. Just that eerie, heavy stillness that made me think of the dead.

The woman introduced. “Signore wants you in his study as soon as you are dressed up,” she added. “Who?” “Signore Alessandro.” Louisa’s heart stopped beating at that moment. She was at the De Luca Estate? Her palms suddenly turned sweaty. An hour later, as she was led through the stairways of the magnificent mansion, she gazed at the opulence of the interior. She felt out of place and inferior walking across the marble carpets on the floor. The whole place was a sight for eye sore. The mansion was functional.

Arturo doesn’t want to return to that country with this ugly container, and he will, of course, use a fake passport and take a plane to an Asian country to relieve it. Based on the address given by the Italian man’s subordinates, Arturo followed the map and entered a remote suburban area. In the distance, Brown could see a large white mansion standing alone in the middle of wild land. Even though it was three o’clock in the morning, the lights in the mansion were still on, making it more gorgeous than ever. Brown wondered, do the wealthy older men of the underworld all have a life like this? It is estimated that this old Italian man’s mansion is not less than five million dollars.

He reaches down and takes my hand before leading us out and he was right the ride to the Von Quaint mansion is a fifteen minutes' drive, but luckily we are there 6:55 pm and once parked, Rogue comes over to my door and opens it for me to step out with him. The white mansion is magnificent and I've known for years that the Banana island to be the birthplace of beautiful houses in all of Lagos, but this mansion is a standout, from the foundation to the roof and its finishing is completely spectacular and I don't mean to gawk at this four-storey building, but that's what I end up doing. "This it is a magnificent building," Rogue begins to say as he comes to stand beside me, "Too bad it's filled

Overwhelmed, that is the word I would use to describe what I felt the moment I got a better view of what the mansion looked like inside. High ceilings, marble floors polished to a mirror shine, chandeliers that looked like diamonds. Alessandro’s mansion screamed wealth. A butler approached us, he was older than the man who we had been trailing behind. His eyes flicked to Sophia and then settled on me. His brows furrowed, confusion flickering across his face. “Lilian,” he murmured. “Urm urmmm..” The tall guy interrupted, “Take the Giovanni sisters to the dining room.” He said and then left us with the butler.

Boo said, his concentration on the road. “After everything that just happened? Ice cream and tequila, please.” Boo laughed. "That sounds so...gross, Lucille." he said and I couldn't help but laugh out loud. His place was a mansion. An old victorian style mansion with 3 floors and a high stairwell going up to the main entrance. “You live here? Alone?” It occurred to me that I never wondered if he was married and that I just assumed he wasn’t. I quickly glanced at his left hand and gasped.

I wish my first time at the Luca Mansion was under different circumstances. It reminds me of the cottage doll house I would play with as a kid, except this place is quadruple the size. Long Island has some beautiful architecture. We walk along the cobbled pathway. The door leads us to their lobby where Mr. Schiavon is sitting at the bottom of the stairs, hands through his long hair. He examines each one of our blooded faces and bruised bodies. "You guys really had to fight, didn't you."

Luis and Em were on top of ours as well. The sound of my footsteps was muffled by the long rugs running down the middle of the maze of hallways. Shadows crept around me, created by the small lights shining near the floor. The Luciano mansion was giant during the day. At night, it took on a mysterious mammoth existence. More than once I considered turning around, but honestly, I wasn’t confident on finding my room. Eventually, a large marble landing and a sweeping staircase led me to the foyer. Once on the first floor, I tried to recall the way to the kitchen.

I do not even know which mansion belongs to his brothers but atleast I know that whichever house I knock on, they will offer me help and proffer solution to Luciano's sudden disappearance. The street lamps in the estate provided quite a measure of light to my pathways. The security guards seemed to be awake too as they were all patrolling the area. As I passed them in numbers, they each bowed their heads to me as if I was some sort of queen. I ponderously walked until I had finally approached a mansion which was almost as big as Luciano's. It had a bright yellow painting unlike Luciano's monochrome white. I quickly went towards it and knocked anxiously on the huge metal doors.