Magnolia Palace Novels & Stories

His tone is measured and even. "Business discussions, alliances... and other matters." He concludes. Humming low in my throat, I face the window once more. The cityscape is changing, giving way to a more affluent neighbourhood. We drive into a gated compound. Trees stretching out on either side. Looming above, shining brightly is a sign "Vitalis Palace". The Palace's entrance is a curved atrium that rises several stories high, supported by slender, silver pillars. As we stop at the entrance, the door is opened by a doorman and I am helped out. Kaiden stepping out after me.

as though he wanted Caleb to take his mind off negative thoughts. Caleb gave him a subtle nod of acknowledgment of his words, just before the door opened, sending everyone’s attention to the entrance. Magnolia walked in first, carrying the sacred clay pot in which the mating incense burned. The entire room got to their feet- only a total of six people were present; Caleb, Roy, Rinaldi, Kennedy, Kylie, and Magnolia’s servant. He had promised her the ceremony would be close-knit, and he had ensured it remained so.

* Julliane * Today, the Magnolia manor stood at its most magnificent, dressed in ivory silks, garlands of fresh magnolias, and hundreds of twinkling lights that would later dance like fireflies as the sun dipped below the horizon. The grounds were alive with the hum of conversation, the clinking of crystal, and the low murmur of anticipation from the crowd.

The room felt colder almost immediately after the doors shut behind him. I stared at the fire quietly for a few moments before standing and walking toward the nearest window. The palace below remained awake despite the hour. Guards patrolled the courtyards while distant torchlight flickered against stone walls and towering silver banners bearing Ragnar’s crest. Power. Everything here revolved around it. And somewhere inside this palace tonight, Magnus was planning something. I could feel it already. The answer arrived the next morning. The moment I stepped into the western dining hall, conversation stopped.

And with that, Polly locked one arm with Lily and one with Caitlin, practically dragging the two of them away from the crowd. They walked towards the huge marble entrance of the palace. Caitlin had never been in such a magnificent place in her life. Not only was everything built in such a grand scale, but everything was so well-maintained. Everywhere she looked, she saw freshly cut flowers. The floors were draped in magnificent rugs, there were endless wall hangings, tapestries, oil paintings; there were rare china vases.

Maggie kept looking around in amusement as they walked down the halls. She stopped for a minute to admire the beauty of the villa. The corners of the crumbling rock walls were beautifully carved with designs made with complete care. The combination of sky blue and clear white with sheer lace curtains bordered by heavy burgundy drapes to match ,it was looking like a palace from a fairytale land. There was also a large swimming pool and gazebo right in the back yard. It was unbelievable that she would be living in such a place for the time being. It felt like a vacation away from all her troubles.

Mitch put the car on reverse, coming out of the garage and then changed the gear, before zooming off to the main gate, and out of the compound. Pearl Palace was a luxurious hotel. Apart from being a luxurious hotel, it had a renowed restaurant where the rich come to eat and dwell. It also had an underground club and a spa. The first thing you would notice on arrival is the big fountain display of different colours in front of the entrance where cars parked to drop passengers. The hotel was known to accommodate a handful of well known celebrities; there was one even living right now in the penthouse. Some rich men children also living in the available apartments. From the sixth floor to the e

The shape of the palace, which resembles the letter u, is very majestic. The entire wall is made of platinum and gold. The two elements are balanced. There was a long 'wow' uttered in Zeno's heart. All his life he never imagined the beauty of the sky palace. All he knew were the immortal living gods. "Cia?" The woman turned her head, her once flat lips now curved upwards perfectly. Morgan half-ran towards the woman. There was a yearning that had never been uttered from his lips. When it was close, he immediately hugged Cia with love, longing, and a sense of wanting to be one. "I think I'm hallucinating."

And that was exactly what she did. The next day, she somehow managed to get her brother into her car and drive him to the clinic. The doctors examined him, the registration paperwork was completed, his diagnosis was confirmed, and it was determined that Vahe had a genuine “urgent need” for a wheelchair, which meant he could receive one without waiting in line. As they were getting back into the car to leave, Albert slipped a small piece of paper into Magdalena’s hand. It was a card. It read: “Tomorrow, 8:00 p.m. — Magnolia Restaurant.”

And it definitely wasn't his blood because she was about to enter some random fancy building which obviously was not a place for blood keeping. Inside, Lila saw a big shiny silver placard mounted on the wall behind the reception desk. The writing that was forged in it was Magnolia Gallery. What kind of gallery? Lila's eyes wandered around the flawless reception area but found nothing that could represent the place as a gallery. Andrew led her to the sitting area where she accidently locked eyes with a woman who was already sitting on one of the armchairs there. She cursed her bad luck inwardly. Was the world getting smaller that made her cross paths with her cousin, Carla, everywhere she wen