Mansión Novels & Stories

But I guess in many ways they aren't. The car stops before an overgrown gate and at first I think we’re at the wrong place, until the cast iron squeaks open, revealing a mansion at least three times larger than Hunter’s. I never thought I’d call Grant Manor “quaint” in comparison to any home, but seeing Debrassy’s little palace in the city, that’s the first word that comes to mind.

“Let’s get you to the house. You are going to love it.” I take Wes’s hand and allow him to pull me away from the runway. The other brothers finish their conversation with the flight crew and follow us. Though they are moving leisurely, their gaits are long enough that they aren’t far behind. We take a wide path through the trees, but it’s only about a five minute walk until the brush clears. Then, beyond it, sits a massive tropical-looking mansion with bamboo railings and a thatched roof. The mansion isn’t as big as the multiple leveled estate back home, but it is still massive. Three stories tall and very wide, it looks more like a resort hotel than a home. Perhaps that comparison is apt, a

The road to the house is long, but the panoramic view of the city and the valley makes the approach even more incredible. The mansion features classic architecture. The exterior walls are made of natural stone, and the roof is in the French style. The large glass windows allow a glimpse of the sophisticated and elegant interior. I stop the Cadillac convertible in front of the house and Dominique soon arrives behind me. He gets out of the car angrily and slams the door. I take a deep breath as Blanca, already out of the car, crosses her arms and closes her eyes. “Get the fuck down or I'll rip your hair out, Kiara!”, he shouts, his voice loud and firm.

It was tall and intimidating. Soon the gates opened, revealing a beautiful driveway lined with trees and flowers. It took them about a minute to arrive at the front of the enormous fountain that was just standing in front of the mansion. “This is a twenty-room mansion,” Luca said behind her. “There are seven suite rooms and the rest are for guests, an office room, entertainment, gym and spa. It had complete amenities.” “It’s exquisite.” “Grandfather made this for my grandmother. He called it Anna Casa which meant—“

“This is where I live with grandma,” he said, pointing at the gigantic mansion in front of us. The Fisher’s mansion was a sight to behold, a sprawling estate that whispered of luxury and elegance. The house itself was a masterpiece of architecture, with towering columns, intricate carvings, and expansive windows that offered breathtaking views. The gardens surrounding the mansion were equally stunning, a carefully curated landscape of vibrant flowers, manicured lawns, and winding pathways.

She pulled it out, and in the familiar, faded red ink, it said: He'll never let you out. Find another way. Now her eyes were wide and her heart was racing with panic. It seemed like someone had tried to escape but was in vain, and judging from the notes, whoever owned the mansion wouldn't let her out. She had two corridors on either side. Where to go, where to go, she thought. As she was deciding on which path to take, she heard footsteps coming from the upper level of the mansion.

She exchanged a wary glance with Rian, uncertainty flickering in her eyes as Christian and Antonia drew nearer. In the expansive confines of the Gracias family mansion, Mr. and Mrs. Gracias found themselves nestled within the opulent embrace of luxury and grandeur. Their home, a sprawling estate nestled amidst verdant gardens and manicured lawns, exuded an air of timeless elegance and sophistication. The mansion itself was a masterpiece of architectural splendor, boasting towering columns, intricately carved facades, and sweeping verandas that overlooked the sprawling grounds below. Inside, the interiors were a symphony of rich woods, sumptuous fabrics, and exquisite furnishings, each elemen

So, I politely declined, using work as an excuse. Belen was a person who was very good at reading body language, and she immediately understood. The Mercer's mansion, located in the heart of the city, was a grand and opulent residence. It was built in the 19th century and stood as a symbol of wealth and power. The mansion boasted intricate architectural details, with its towering columns and ornate carvings. Inside, the rooms were adorned with luxurious furnishings and exquisite artwork. The Mercer family, who were prominent members of society, hosted lavish parties and gatherings in their magnificent home. However, as time passed, the mansion fell into disrepair and was eventually abandoned

The silence from Mr Antonio was even more intimidating than his voice. When they arrived at the Mansion, one could easily conclude that it is the biggest in the city and possibly the whole country according to reporters. Four different, triple_storied identical buildings, old style yet classic with an arched or columned frontage. It reminds Angela of a gleaming white and golden sultan's palace that could only be seen in fairy tales but not in any way excites her…when she knows she was only going to be a contract slave to Antonio Montero in the name of marriage.

It was far from the houses and the road was a bit rocky and muddy. The mansion lies at the northern part of Vida Riqueza. The estate was very wide, and surrounded by hills. The entrance to the mansion is flat with an asphalt road in the middle. It then leads us to a large fountain with sculpted lions. Beyond it are two pathways, one is leading to the mansion, the other one to the ranch houses. On the far side, there is a view of the large pool and shed with chairs and tables. "Here we are, Ma'am," said the maid who greeted us.