Modern House In Bloxburg Novels & Stories

Edward said as he took my hand in his before leading me deeper into the mansion. I call it a mansion, but this place was different from the other mansions that I was used to. The architecture of his place was very modern and must be inspired by the latest Scandinavian architecture style. It was minimalistic with a clean silhouette and a lot of glass walls and windows instead of the neo-gothic architecture of other older mansions. I would still refer to it as a mansion due to its gigantic size. “We have some time before dinner. Want to play a little game to kill the time?” Edward asked with a playful smile.

"Not far, they aren't far, all the pretty crystals you could ever want. Ever." "Show me." I'd been playing around with my veil riding, the Galleytrot sniffing thing buoying my spirits, and since I always wondered if I could travel somewhere just from an image of it, this was as good a time as any to find out. "Here." He threw the picture at me, the sight of yet another mansion, but this one ultra-modern, all glass and cold concrete and white stucco surrounded by grounds manicured to within an inch of hideous. I ground my teeth against the intrusion, but took it before cutting him out.

There's a muted buzz and the gates creak with the sound of a locking mechanism being unlatched before they're parting and exposing a long driveway, leading up to a house that's all glass and dim neon lighting around the borders. It's a pretty sight, soft glows of blue lighting up the immaculately trimmed bushes lining the driveway, and greens and purples hitting the sides of the house, bouncing off the white plaster and grey stone. It's definitely an ultra modern house, parts elevated up higher, formed in blocks, all sharp edges. Cars litter around the garage, all sleek and expensive looking. It makes something unpleasant settle in Jesse’s stomach, realizing that this was the house of this m

I was just glad that I finally got away from Noah for now. When we got to his house, I was surprised to see that he lived alone in a really big mansion. It wasn't the usual scenery I was used to because it was a very modern design. He gives me new money vibes, although his name screams old money. For me, I feel like this house was just a temporary place where he stayed for the main time even though he never told me that. "Do you stay alone?" I asked "Not really, My workers stay here too. " He said

Just in case we weren’t already diving headfirst into ‘forbidden magic’ vibes. And the writing around it? Yeah, no clue what it says. The whole thing looks like it belongs on a hidden altar somewhere deep in the forest, surrounded by dead trees. Which is probably why I love it. We drive further into the pack, and the massive pack house comes into view. Five stories tall with obsidian panels and windows that stretch from floor to ceiling. It’s modern. It’s clean. It’s stunning. “What the hell…” I breathe, unable to help myself. “I actually… like this?”

advised Quinn, "Remember why I brought you to Boumerank, and you are willing to do it." "I know," I replied. "Then everything will be fine," replied Quinn. The car that was carrying us then turned into a large house with a high fence. This house was a modern minimalist type with several tools, which I guess were solar power panels installed at several points. How cool was this future house? After getting out of the car in the parking lot, Quinn led me to a room at the back of this modern minimalist mansion. As I walked into the living room, I could see a variety of ancient furniture combined with automatic technology equipment.

The only difference was that Jerry had taken it upon himself to hire at least three staffs to maintain the house. Edward pulled into the estate, and the gate slid open automatically, revealing the beautiful front of the mansion. The house was a modern home with a big glass windows from top to bottom, letting in lots of light and showing the inside clearly. The front has wide steps and a path over shallow water, giving it a fancy look. I gently patted Jace, and he sat up, blinking as he looked out the window. His jaw dropped. “Mommy, is this our new house?” he asked, still looking sleepy, but I could see the excitement shining in his eyes.

"Tomorrow morning. You'll take the van." Great. I hated the thing. It was big and clunky - perfect for transporting cats, but not my favorite vehicle. We were in new territory and until construction had begun on the main house, we kept our wealth hidden as much as possible. Our new home would be ready to move into in a few weeks. Besides the land itself, the house was the only thing The Moor refused to skimp on. It was a Spanish style, three-story monstrosity with a large outdoor area in the middle, complete with swimming pool. There were eight bedrooms and ten bathrooms.

ZAIN PARKED THE FIAT in one of the service entry parking spaces. That Crystal's parents had need of a service entry was weird enough. That the spaces were almost full was even stranger. The main house was a four-story, modern construction made to look old and stately, yet with all the latest conveniences. The two-story cottage down the walk where Crystal lived was larger than most family homes and yet next to where her parents called home, it looked small and modest in comparison.

But this—this was something out of architectural magazines I only ever flipped through when I was bored at the hospital waiting room. A low, sprawling ultramodern bungalow, set right in the center of the city, it seemed, as though the whole place had been carved out around it, just to let it exist. Wide, glass-panel windows framed in black metal. Smooth white walls. Hidden lighting beneath the roof edges that made the structure glow softly against the night. A long stone path led to a heavy wooden front door with brass handles shaped like sleek waves. Small, manicured trees lined the walkway, each trimmed to perfection, illuminated from below by warm golden lights. The lawn looked too perfec