Luigi Mansion House Novels & Stories

and the female was called "Lorna" They left them behind and continued to the mansion. Ciro tried to take her hand, but Bethany, almost unconsciously, pushed him away. A white ivory path brought them to the pinewood door that Ciro opened. -Bienvenute, mio caro. -The Italian said in his native language. The interior of the mansion was no less ostentatious than the exterior. The floor was made of wood and the walls were covered in an attractive orange color. Even the smallest object in that house was expensive.

Then, one of them spoke up, a middle aged man with an eye patch. "Well what are you all waiting for?" He grunted, almost forcefully, "Fucking applaud! Or are you all deaf?" And then slowly but surely, the applause rose. Next to me, I heard Luciano let out a sigh of relief, relief I didn't feel yet. * * * Giuseppe drove us once again to our new house, a secluded mansion, sitting next to a lake. Like every other Villa in this Island, it looked magnificent and he made sure to show is every inch of it, from the garage stocked full of sports cars to the swimming pool and a little rooftop garden to top it all off.

"I couldn't picture myself or Mercy growing up here." Uncle Vito answers the door and welcomes us in as if we're dear friends and not estranged family members. He ushers us inside with open arms, and I crane my neck around to get a better look. The grand staircase spirals up before dividing in two, and a crystal chandelier cascades in the center of the hall. The walls are adorned with traditional artwork, mostly reproductions, and the marble floors shine under our feet. The Lanzzare mansion is a symbol of luxury and wealth, a pristine reflection of the family's dirty businesses. "Welcome. I'll show you to your rooms, and you can get cleaned up." Vito smiles, his eyes warm despite the tension

A few more minutes of driving, and I pulled into my private road and ultimately my mansion. It still stood as it always had, magnificent, radiating its glory. From the white-painted walls to the golden-lit lights, the sculpture of a lion, and the golden fountain that sat beautifully at the center, the house was exactly what it was meant to be. The house of a Mafia Don. I stepped out and inhaled the fresh air that came from the spring that was somewhere nearby. I had carefully picked out the detailing of this house myself, even down to the location.

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.

The dish he cooked was pickled so it didn't take too long. The table is long. I guess it was meant for a huge family. Or just like that really in mansions like this. The same is true of Livius. Only that, the design of their mansion is more modern and intricate than this. After all, this mansion is also old. But it's still a beautiful and unmistakable haunted house. "That's enough," I told Sage when I noticed that he was putting more rice on my plate. "You sure? I think you should eat more."

Tonight felt different, significant in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on. As they pulled up to the mansion, Lily couldn’t help but marvel at its grandeur. The sprawling estate was bathed in the soft glow of strategically placed lights, the architecture both modern and timeless. The car came to a stop, and Dominic opened her door, offering his hand to help her out. She accepted it, her heart pounding in her chest. “Welcome, Lily,” Lucian said, his voice smooth and reassuring. “We hope you find our home to your liking.” Lily forced a smile, trying to hide her nerves. “It’s beautiful,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

The prospect of being desired by Naomi's father for his daughter weighed heavily on him, even as he questioned his own intentions. Arriving at the grand mansion, James couldn't help but admire the exquisite taste of Naomi's father. The meticulously landscaped gardens, the elegant architecture both inside and out, and the grandeur of the estate left James in awe, despite his familiarity with opulent surroundings. "It seems I'll gift you this mansion on your wedding day," Matteo, Naomi's father, remarked, interrupting James' reverie. "Good day, Uncle Matteo," James greeted, feeling a pang of embarrassment at being caught lost in admiration.

Luca didn't even bother translating, he had his jaws clenched. Luca pulled open the grand doors of the mansion, and my jaw dropped. My breath caught in my throat, the ceiling was so high I couldn't even make out the intricate details. It was breathtaking and intimidating, all at once. This wasn't just old money, it was ancient, a dynasty built on generations of power and… what else? This was the kind of house I only saw in movies, in books, on P*******t. It was like something out of a movie, all towering columns and arched windows

"That's comforting." The mansion appeared around the bend—stone and ivy, tall windows, iron balconies, and a wide arched doorway that made it feel less like a home and more like an empire. Two black-clad staff members opened the heavy wooden doors before the SUV even stopped moving. And there, right on the marble steps, stood Luciano's parents. His father, Marco De Luca, was dressed sharp as ever—charcoal-gray shirt, sleeves rolled up, posture calm but intimidating. His mother, Giulia, looked like grace and steel wrapped in a high-waisted skirt and pearl earrings.