Mansfield Park Novels & Stories

Manchester greeted Amara with wind that cut through her coat and skies the colour of wet slate. The air was colder, sharper than London’s, and the buildings wore age like a second skin. There was none of the polished gloss of Highgate here, no manicured gardens or artisanal cafés tucked into glass storefronts. Instead, Manchester thrummed with a different energy, gritty, unpretentious, and quietly resilient.

Rubbing his jaw, he picked himself up and prayed that the lady wouldn't be found, unlike last time. - - - The maze seemed endless and every turn she took, it was one dead end after another. It was getting irritating. Why would Emile even point her here? Every twist and turn seemed all the same to her, but one right turn finally got her someplace, a small fountain in the middle of the maze. The statue resembled a weeping angel with wings that were cut off, its feet shackled. She couldn't help but remember her own situation: she too was shackled in this hell house. Approaching the statue, she saw another one of those cards from earlier. This one depicted a skeleton hanging upside down, and it

We had past the cemetery and all its winter trees. Beneath the snow was a grass covered field, hiding all the decaying bodies in the ground. We drove past the snow coated Fossie Street, and past the city hall when Grandmama rolled her eyes, showing her disrespect towards society. Fossie Street was the main road in the city, passing the town high-school, mall, and grocery store. A lot of teenagers walked around it.

He then looked to her side and saw a sniggering Mickey. So he was here too. No wonder. Did Old Man George not manage to dig up anything on Nick Cage? Mr. Moseby said sternly, “Are you sure, miss?” “I can be her witness.” Mickey stepped out of line as well. He first gave Philip a cold sneer before turning to Mr. Moseby and saying, “I did meet this… person with my girlfriend at Longford Park today. He had his mother-in-law with him, and he said that he owned a mansion at Longford Park. Do you buy that?”

Charleston hopped out, wearing his brown parka, and pulling his hoodie over his tousled dark coffee hair. The sensation of a windy air hitting on his face calmed him. He peered his eyes around the Parkfields square. It was full of aesthetic stores, galleries, malls, luxury restaurants, and has everything men were looking for. The part of Parkfields was a wide square public park with an expanded healthy green grass. The pathways were lined with ornamental trees and wooden benches were at every corner of the park. "Are you going to be fine, sir?" Halesbert asked in a wary tone.

FLASHBACK Thirteen Years Ago “Bambino, isn’t this peaceful?” Bella Bianchi asks fifteen-year-old Alessandro. He nods and grips the railings on the edge to get a better view of the place. “Mama, look at that!” He points to the mist covering the valley.

What’s his name? ‘Madeline.’ ‘Oh damn. Sorry.’ ‘Let’s go for a walk in the park at the weekend. Nonesuch Park is pretty and we can get the 93 from Wimbledon to Epsom.’ ‘It’s November, Dianne. I think Hampstead Heath is a better venue. You can nip home if Madeline is uncomfortable.’ ‘Good point. I’ll work something out and e-mail a time and date. It should be Spurs at home this Saturday. Him indoors goes to football with his mates, so we can stay in if it’s raining.’

Mansterville Part 1 ~Waverly~ It was around the end of October when the convoy of moving trucks rolled up in front of the gated old mansion that sat just across the road from us. I had heard them coming down the private drive, gears grinding & shifting. I was actually very impressed they had managed to maneuver the huge 18 wheelers down the winding narrowed pig trail. I stopped halfway up the stairs rushing back down to the sitting room as fast as I could.

“I promise.” I placed my hand in her face. God I loved this girl so fucking much it hurt. “We’re not who you think we are Mil. We live two very different lives, one you’ve already seen and the other is hidden.’ I stopped taking a deep breath before I continued. ‘We’re not like you and Kacey Mil. Me and Orlando come from a different world from both of you. We have many enemies that either want it, take us out and ruin us or just kill us. We’re one of the biggest English mafia groups here, the Hemings a close second. We deal in drugs and firearms. The Hemings are our rivals, they hate us and they really hate us. Last night we had a shipment coming in. We both told Fletcher something was very w

Not a 25-year average person with only student loans and unpaid bills to her name. The company building is two blocks from where I get off the bus. It's twenty past seven. I was supposed to be at the reception by eight but I'm not taking any chances. I've heard that Mr. Park is a super active CEO who keeps everyone on their toes. I definitely don't want to get on his bad books on the first day. Despite what Bella said last night... "Get on his bad books, it might be your ticket to his bed." Ever since I bagged my new job, the only thing the girl talks about is how I can manage to get Mr. Park's attention. Sadly for her, I'm not a natural flirt.