Luigi Mansion House Novels & Stories

Just a rusted manual latch left forgotten behind layers of ivy. Luca pulled it open and slipped inside. The sudden shift was jarring. Outside had been alive with distant shouts, running footsteps, and the murmur of engines. Inside was pure, echoing quiet. He found himself in the mansion’s enormous industrial kitchen, a labyrinth of stainless steel counters, high-powered stoves, and industrial refrigerators that towered like silent, metal guardians. The overhead lights were off, leaving only faint illumination from the emergency strips along the floor.

Chapter 12: "Should have walked away with your dignity when you still had it." After an hour of a smooth and steady journey, Ruben and Luuk arrived at the mansion. Luuk eyes glimmered, Ruben’s mansion was very large. A huge water fountain graced the middle of the yard, two golden lion figures were placed in such a way it appeared that water came out of their mouths, adding to the grandeur of the mansion. The cool cream and black organic stones used to mold the wall of the mansion was akin to Ruben's temperament. A mixture of warmth and dark coldness.

“You need to stand up for yourself, Michelle. No one in that house will respect you if you don’t.” She nodded slowly. “You’re right. I just got emotional.” I scoffed. She was too innocent. No wonder Damien used her for years and she didn’t even know. “You’ll be fine,” I muttered. “You’ll be fine.” We finally arrived at Giovanni De Luca’s mansion. It was nice, I have to say. The walls were cream-colored stone. Tall pillars held up big balconies. Lights shone from every window. Fountains lined the driveway, water sparkling in the evening lights.

This must be his house, I already expected this kind of house since he is a mafia boss and he has all the money to buy all the luxury that he wanted. After a while, we were in front of the door which was huge and splendid, Luciano pressed something on the side and the door opened automatically. "Welcome to my humble abode," Luciano whispered in my ear and motioned for me to enter first, I just raised an eyebrow at him before I stepped my foot into the house. If the landscape outside the house is already eye-catching, then the inside of their house is more than that, from the expensive vases up to the paintings, it was all pleasing in the eyes.

He had a feeling his hair was not packed properly so he untied it as he began walking towards the mansion. The mansion is a fancy estate that was very close to the River. It has an exquisite marble front and big white columns. There was a tennis court and helipad surrounded by pretty gardens. Inside, there's a big foyer decorated with contemporary art and beautiful chandelier lighting. A large dining hall that could almost contain the whole family. There was a library and an art gallery. The master suite has views of the River. The guest and staff rooms were hidden. It also has an indoor swimming pool, a home theater, a wine cellar, and an underground garage. It was also one of the most heav

She got out and we walked into the mansion. It was dark and everything was black. Behind the main double door entrance was a grand hall. It was a giant room with stairs on both sides leading up to six different floors; each had their own doors with halls most likely leading to more doors. There was a large, crest shaped window above the door, but it was made of black stained glass. There was a huge candle-bearing chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the room just barely enough to be visible. The actual chandelier left a large shadow on most of the large open space.

Last night, when she was too tired, Lilith had forgotten to lock it, and this morning, Lucas had not locked it either. Lilith opened the bedroom door and peeked her head out. The hallway outside the room looked quiet and deserted. Carefully, Lilith walked out. The mansion in daylight looked almost normal. Expensive. Elegant. Immaculate. But too clean. And too untouched. It was as if no one really lived in the magnificent mansion.

Chris let go of my hand before I walked away with Mario. "I'm guessing you don't really know who I am," he led me into a small balcony that was accessible from the main ballroom. I almost gasped at the view. The mansion was built on a cliff, looking down on the city. There were no skyscrapers or any huge buildings but the small houses with the lights on made it feel like I was in Los Angeles. In a way. The soft evening breeze tickled my cheeks. "I know a little bit. Like the fact that your son is the mafia don," he nodded.

Misha A bloody three-story Italian-style mansion with a large, grand exterior and a garden path leading to the main door and a fountain. I enter the code, and the iron gates swing open. Because there are no securities, it's either not his place of business or I'm walking into a trap, which would be the biggest mistake of my life. I wasn't expecting this; to put it mildly, it's too bright, too warm, and too open and free for me. As I climbed the steps to the porch and rang the bell, my senses were on high alert.

#LORENZO^MANSION# All through the ride home, the air in the car was silent and awkward for Tinsely as her mate drove her until they arrived at his mansion. Woah! The whole mansion emits the word 'Money' It was the most expensive and luxurious mansion she'd ever seen in life, it even had a gym house and an expansive garden. Her mate did spend quite a huge fortune to build this mansion, certainly, he has good taste. "Ain't you coming out?" Alpha Lorenzo smirked at his mate before stepping out of the car.