Luigi Mansion House Novels & Stories

And there it was, a stone and brick mansion that stood tall covered in moss and vines “This is shelter,” Luciano said simply. “Time to answer your questions.” The door opened without a sound. Inside was dark wood, polished marble, the scent of old stone and wax. Lamps flickered in their place. Furniture was draped in dust sheets. A tattered Persian rug lay half-rolled on the floor. He led us in. The mansion felt...lonely. It felt like a museum that hadn't been visited in ages. “Take a seat.” Luciano pointed to a long dining table. Five chairs sat around it. “You have questions. I have answers. But first food. Water. Bandages.”

After his supposed brother's abduction, he decided to act more in secrecy. He revved the engine to life and drove out. Luigi de Pinto's mansion was one of the most beautiful architectural projects in Venice. Worth millions of dollars, the mansion was located on a large expanse of hilly land. He placed one hand on the steering while the other hand racked through his hair. When Luigi suggested he marry his daughter, he had heavily objected, but the abduction of his brother made him change his mind. He knew he needed someone more powerful on his side, and marrying Luigi's daughter was just the best opportunity.

There wasn't a damn thing I could do. “Aren't you surprised, Luciano?" Luigi cackled, making his way toward me. “You have been outsmarted this time around, almighty, Luciano,” he said with contempt. “How the hell did you pimps get to know about the mansion?" I snarled at him. Luigi chuckled, signaling his men at the entrance of the mansion. Thus, two people emerged from inside. “Mia?" I growled in disbelief. While another armed man held his gun to the back of her head.

The stair shone mahogany, and a glittering chandelier hung from the high ceiling. Logan and I had always been well off, but Luigi’s wealth was clearly a different type of wealth. At the top of the stairs, there was a long hallway. My heels clicked along the hardwood floors as I marveled at the sheer grandeur of Luigi’s mansion. “Here you are, Miss Willow,” the butler smiled politely at me. “Should you need anything, just let Mr. Hernandez know and our maids will be happy to oblige.”

~although it smells a little off. "Look's Like we're back to the old menu" Tori mumbles. The worms in my stomach dance about causing my stomach to growl. I have accepted that this mansion is my new hangout and to devise a valid plan, I need all the energy and information this place has to offer. After begging myself mentally and pleading with my taste buds over the abomination I'm about to bring to them, I pick up the spoon and dip it into the bowl. I lift a spoon full of the pasta thingy to my face.

He wondered what she had done to get on the bad side of someone like Lucifer. Fabian walked through the large opulent mansion. It was beyond anything that he had ever seen before but he suspected that for someone like Lucifer this was something that he would consider normal. White italian marble floors and with real golden accents such as golden pillars and golden trim on the floors and ceiling. It disgusted him but he still found it awe inspiring and beautiful. With a heavy sigh he opened the front doors and stepped out into the morning sun. There were spots that were still charred from a fire that had broken out a few years ago. Ever since then, security had been beefed up and it was almos

I believe I should take his advice sometime so it won't hurt me, especially the thing in between my thighs. Answering her questions took me a few seconds before I could deliver a few words. When I glanced behind, I saw a couple of maids taking out our luggages whilst two more men came assisting them. "You have plenty of house helpers, huh?" I inquired, furrowing my eyebrows. Lisa chuckled to me before holding my hand as she invited me to step my feet inside. The mansion is extremely far from the houses I've been. Among all the mansions I've seen, whether on the streets and villages I came across, nothing will beat Cassano's residence.

“I want to buy the house next to Simon and Nana’s.” “Luigi’s Mansion?” he asked, his surprise evident. “Why that one?” “I just like it,” I said casually, though my mind raced with thoughts of being close to her—close enough to watch over her but not so close as to make her suspicious. “There are better houses in the estate,” he offered, narrowing his eyes. “If it’s proximity you want—” “No, it has to be that one,” I insisted, my voice firm. My father’s scrutinizing gaze lingered before he let out a resigned sigh. “Fine. I’ll talk to Luigi about it. Anything else?”

"And with caution." The car pulled up to a different estate this time. This wasn't the glass castle on the cliff. This was a sprawling, old-money mansion in the hills, surrounded by a ten-foot stone wall topped with iron spikes. The gates opened slowly, and we rolled up a long driveway lined with cypress trees. "This isn't where we were yesterday," I said. "That was a safe house," Luca said. "This is home. This is the Moretti estate. My grandfather built this place. It’s been a fortress for over fifty years."

I forced a chuckle. “You know what they say about the early birds” He stared blankly like he was clueless about what I was saying. “Early bed gets the worm,” I said. “What worm,” “Come on, even a two-year-old knows that” I replied. His gaze stayed on me too long scanning my face. “Follow me” I followed him into the mansion, trying not to stare at everything—dark marble floors, golden pillars, glass stairs, a chandelier that probably cost more than my entire life.