Manoir Vendetta Novels & Stories

‎The Blackwood mansion was quiet when the car arrived. ‎Grace stepped out slowly and looked at the house in front of her. It was large, modern, and cold. Glass, steel, and stone. Nothing warm. Nothing welcoming. It looked exactly like the man who owned it. ‎Nathaniel walked ahead, already loosening his tie. “You’ll have your own room,” he said without turning around. “The staff has been informed. If you need anything, speak to the housekeeper. She reports to my assistant, not me.”

He snapped. Dominic almost smiled faintly despite himself. Then Althea stepped closer. “You be careful, Dom.” Dominic looked toward her fully then. “I will.” Althea held his gaze steadily. “You come back.” Dominic’s jaw tightened faintly. “I intend to.” The Valmont estate waited beneath moonlight and silence. An old vineyard property stretching across dark hills and abandoned stone structures. Beautiful once perhaps. Now cold. Haunted by old power. The men there quietly confirmed that old systems are still active beneath Valmont, Dominic finally understood why Alessandro never let the estate go.

When he clicked on the sentence, he was taken to another page, featuring the image of a man embracing a weeping woman and a paragraph: Maybe you’ve lost someone to violence, or perhaps you have been the victim of a violent crime. Either way, your life has been altered and a hole has been punched open in your world. Through it comes the most malignant, destructive monster of all: FEAR. More vicious than any violent criminal, more evil than the deeds of any killer, fear will rob you of what’s left of your life. There’s only one way out of the haunted forest: You must go through. You must face what you most fear. We can show you how.

this drew growls from all the werewolves in the room. “Vendetta…” “Fine! That's all I have to say, if you manage to court her in the right way…not your usual possessive and dominated way, she will fall in love with one of you.” “How do you suppose we humanly court her?” Knox asked, hating the idea as I do. Vendetta shrugged, “I don't know.” Ten cleared his throat “I don't think Vendetta's Idea is good enough.” he says, drawing everyone's attention to him “how about you all share her like having a threesome or something…”

I glance at the guy and I am ready to lash out and explain myself to him. The guy is wearing a sky blue long sleeve polo that has been folded until his elbow. He locked his gazes to me reason why I stared to him too. Foreign features is evident from his eyes, I am sure that he is not a pure Filipino. His eyes are blue and his pouty lips are screaming hotness with expensiveness on his look. I am still staring at the guy when the manager suddenly grabbed my arm gently and pull closer to him. ‘’Miss Caroline, it will be better if you cooperate now.’’ The manager whispered and smiled to the guy in front of us.

“Then I will kill you.” Vamoire has painted the scene so vivid that the next time Maridelle lifted the lids of her eyes, the red fiery color of its orbs were disclosed. This time those eyes are tinted with the purest wrath and desire for vengeance that no one had ever seen. Her desire is fitted to her wolf screams to let it out. “No one will hurt those I love!” Maridelle screamed, simultaneously wolfing out. The sudden out of Vengeance sent Vamoire few feet off the air, catapulting her a good distance from the seething Maridelle. She grunted as her body hits the ground. Blood is being coughed.

Andrew Reynolds stood at the door of his grand mansion, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his tailored trousers. He winced as he felt a sharp twinge of pain in his side, a reminder of the brutal fight he had had with Henry. He pulled out his sunglasses and slipped them on, hoping to conceal the bruises and cuts on his face. Moments later, the sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up to the entrance of the mansion. Andrew stepped out, adjusting his shades and taking a moment to compose himself. He stood tall, his hands in his pockets, as Tony rushed to open the car door for him.

"Five years ago, you came to our pack offering peace, but at what cost? You demanded the trueborn daughter of the late Lucian Dumont, Camille Dumont. Moments later, disaster struck, leaving us devastated and sickened. Camille's body was never found, and we were led to believe she perished in the accident. But the truth cannot stay buried forever, can it, Dimitri Galdina?" His accusations hit me like a slap in the face, and before I could stop myself, I lunged forward, seizing him by the throat and pulling him close. "Do you want to die?" I hissed, my voice low and dangerous. Struggling against my grip, Mr. Menard met my gaze with defiance. "I am a dead man walking Lycan," he spat, his words

The mansion felt unusually alive that morning, the same kind of stillness that came before drama in the D'Angelo Mansion. Maya could sense it the moment she stepped into the grand hallway. Staff moved briskly, whispers floated through the air, and the faint scent of expensive lilies lingered like a perfume marking new territory. She turned the corner toward the sitting room and froze. Valentina Moretti stood near the window, her reflection gleaming against the glass. She was dressed in white, not innocent white, but the kind meant to blind, to claim space. Her lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

If I was walking into hell I'd look like I owned it. An SUV waited at the hangar with blacked out windows and a driver who didn't say a word as we drove through winding hills toward an estate that looked like it belonged in a dark fairytale. When the gates opened I saw the Moretti mansion. Stone walls. Ivy. Guards everywhere. The SUV stopped and the driver opened my door. "This is it," he said. I stepped out and my legs were steady even though my heart wasn't. A butler with gray hair met me at the entrance. "Miss Valente. He's waiting in the library."