Mikaelson House New Orleans の小説・ストーリー

"You are my wife. They should expect that I'd take you anywhere, at any time." I scowl at him, unimpressed. "You haven't taken me, Mikael." His brow flexes as an amused expression grazes his striking face. "Is that a challenge, a stoirín?" How annoying. I roll my eyes, ignoring him to scan the inner features of the house. It's a gorgeous building, modelled in a traditional model, which would make sense since Mikael is quite gloriously old. The floors are basic—black and white chess-style tiles that complement the white and muted blue walls.

The car entered inside the gated mansion and soon enough, they reached the front of the house. “Is this where you live?” Millie asked him hesitantly. “No,” Mykel answered, unlocking the door with a passcode. Millie was surprised that the door even opened. If this isn’t his house, then whose is this? She just followed his trail, as they made their way in. The inside was nicely built with a modern style, contrary to its façade which looked like an old mansion. “I’ll just go prepare lunch in the kitchen. You can just sit there or watch some tv,” Mykel ordered her.

Mikael replied reluctantly, "someday, I'll show you a real house." "Your house?" Claire blinked enthusiastically. Mikael nodded “yes, my house. There will be a spiral staircase in the middle of the room, a large room, a basement, a swimming pool, an elevator, and one thing for sure… I'm not going to build a lake because you might drown in it.” Years passed… and here he was now—hugging Claire inside the mansion that had a spiral staircase in the middle of the room, large rooms, basements, swimming pools, elevators, and no artificial lakes.

The maître d’ bowed himself in half when we entered. “Mr. Gustavo, Miss. Pepa, welcome to Maison Lune. And happy anniversary.” I’d booked the entire space, every table empty except the one dressed for two at the center of the room, surrounded by cascading white orchids and flickering candles. No guests, no noise, just us. Pepa clutched my arm as we were being escorted inside. “Christof… you rented out Maison Lune?” “For you,” I said. She smiled nervously, glancing around, at the sculpted marble oyster bar, the subtle aquatic mural along the far wall, the faint scent of brine beneath the flowers.

"I spy with my little eye the most god-awful outfit known to man. What is that? Pastel?" Mikel laughed uncontrollably, her eyes watering with mirth. "Oh shush you. How are you? Where are you going?" she asked eyeing the waitress coming back to her table. She stood up and grabbed her bag and the to-go package. "Bye, Mother. Ladies. Work calls," she said to the table rushing through the restaurant while maintaining the video call. "To a building with a gold MR at the front." "You're in New York? "Where else is your company building, Miz Rysdale?" Kelsey teased flipping the phone camera to show her the truth. Mikel laughed out loudly on the sidewalk eyeing Hiram coming around the car with a sil

Elodie’s P.O.V I inputted the house’s passcode, stepping into the house and this air of unfamiliarity wrapped around me. I had been living in this penthouse for close to a month now and yet, it never felt like home. My eyes squeezed shut and the glint of coldness in Marcel’s eyes flashed through my mind. No matter how much I tried to explain things to Marcel that Mae was lying and Axel misunderstood things, he just didn’t listen. “That witch, Mae!”

She unlocks her phone screen and taps a button, sending a dark video file straight to Kaelen's private network link and his personal pack mail so his eyes can't possibly miss the clip. Down at the safe house… Mirelle has the entire kitchen smelling like a giant pack feast, piling the wooden table high with cooked meats and fresh roots as if the moon festival arrived early. Mom is busy carrying the bowls of hot soup over to the mats, while little Liora plays with a plastic hockey puck on the living room rug. Orion is still hiding inside the back bedroom, refusing to show his face to the house. The poor boy keeps whimpering that his cheek looks too ugly from the slap, and he doesn't want anyon

Thea grumbled “Because I'm going to be really disappointed if you let one thing that went wrong in your life ruin everything else you've managed to build with Alice.” Before Massimo could even think of what to respond, she hung up, giving him no choice but to grab his briefcase nearby and leave the office, passing through the now almost completely dark and empty corridors. At least Josiah wasn't as critical as his wife, remaining silent as he helped Massimo into the car and drove him through the streets, to the luxury condominium where the mansion Micah had purchased was located. Very different from Massimo's farm, which was old-fashioned and had been owned by the Bianchis for generations, e

The safe house sat tucked at the edge of the city, a sleek penthouse that didn’t look like much from the outside—just another polished high-rise wrapped in tinted glass and expensive silence. But on the inside, it was everything Axel had promised: new. Anonymous. Safe. Mia stepped into the cool, marble-tiled hallway, her heels clicking softly as she looked around. Axel followed close behind, tossing a duffel bag onto the nearest armchair. Lauren was already claiming rooms, dragging her suitcase like a warrior returning from war.

Several minutes later, there was a turn off of the road, and I realized it was the entrance to a huge, imposing mansion - my new home. There was a huge gray cloud over the mansion, covering it in shade. I knew the weather was just a coincidence, but it definitely wasn't a good sign. As the limo drove around the huge angelic-looking fountain in front, it stopped, and one of her servants opened the door. I got out of the limo first, cutting her off on purpose, just to piss her off. It felt kind of childish, seeing as I was seventeen, but so what! She was a horrible person. She pushed me out when I did, but I managed to stay my feet, after stumbling slightly. She got out and we walked into the