Novel & Cerita Maniac Mansion Characters

One was clearly missing. I gave them all a once over to appreciate the gift of style they were blessed with. First of is River Mancore more like River Man whore. From the name itself you can get the idea of his personality. With his blue eyes and black hair, girls fall for him every second. He loves two things the most. First, his car and second sleeping with girls. Second in the group is Justin McClain. He is the troublemaker. The sparks in his green eyes are scary, but with the smooth jaw line and easy smile he looked harmless . He is known for always looking for something fun to do.

"I am not going anywhere with you. We don't know you and we have been doing fine on our own for years." "I know you have Emmersyn. We have been watching you for a few years now and you have shown us just how strong you are." I jerked my head up at him. "My name is Ajax and I am from Manix University, a school for the supernatural. Your grandfather is the headmaster and would like to meet you." "My what?" My mouth fell open. My brain felt like he had just spoken gibberish. "Now I know you are lying. I have no family so quit stalking me, creep.”

His red eyes flashed with malice as he tucked his hands into his lab coat pocket. “Oh, come off it, Darian, there’s no reason to be so hostile towards this adorable bunny.” A woman said, smacking his arm lightly, then she turned to me, “Hello Lilliana, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Bonnie, and this here is Dorian.” Then she pointed to the remaining three other people who found me exciting enough not to return to their jobs, “That’s Coral, Lyon, and Mace.” My head tilted in question at that last name. My confusion must have been written on my face because the guy, Mace, laughed at me.

I kissed her forehead and whispered, "You too." Even if I died out there, I would have no regrets. After all, I got the chance to spend my last day with a wonderful woman like her. ### I crossed the swarm of the dead bodies of the members of Charles and Andrew's gang, frustration bubbling up. "Where the hell are those fucking bastards?" I let out, kicking one of the bodies. "Capo, I'm pretty sure they are hiding somewhere. We are looking for a hideout inside the mansion at the moment," Denver informed.

His eyes were alight with a mixture of anticipation and authority, his presence commanding and assured. As Georgina stood there, captivated by the casino's allure, a presence crept up behind her and Marcelo. Startled, she turned, to see a man slightly taller than Marcelo. His long beard added an air of rugged charm to his already commanding presence. A surge of unease mingled with her curiosity, unsure of the man's intentions. The man's voice, rich and resonant, broke the silence. "Amico," he greeted, his tone carrying a hint of familiarity and warmth. Georgina's gaze darted between the man and Marcelo, sensing a connection between the two. It was evident that they shared a history.