Re Zero Mansion Novels & Stories

I heard about the Kensington family's situation through my assistant. Holding an apple in my hand, I lay comfortably on the custom-made couch that I just bought. From my beachfront mansion in the best location in Bailey Island, the edge of the infinity pool perfectly caught the orange glow of the sunset as if the sun itself fell into my pool. I let out a long sigh of contentment. This was what my life was supposed to be like. However, joining the Jet Group was just a pretense. I only did it to bring down the Kensington family faster.

The Fatal Vow at the Altar The rain in London had never felt this cold. Inside the master suite of Thorne Mansion, Mavric Thorne stood before a large mirror, buttoning his white shirt with hands still wrapped in thin bandages. On the dressing table lay a gold-embossed wedding invitation a symbol of joy that now felt like a death sentence. Mavric stared at his own reflection, but he did not see a young, successful billionaire. He saw a man preparing to lead his wife straight into a wolves’ den. Lucas Thorne’s words from the video kept echoing in his mind: “Subject Zero.”

Aaron The Uber slowed to a stop, and for a full five seconds, I forgot how to breathe. There it was— Z Mansion. Towering. Extravagant. Beautiful in a way that felt impossible. It rose from the ground like a dark crystal palace, all sharp lines, tall glass panels, and glowing gold lights running along the edges like veins of wealth. Nothing about it said “home.” Everything about it said power. The gates opened before I even stepped out of the car. Silent. Smooth. Almost… welcoming.

now, and I put the car in gear to drive toward the hills. The new mansion was a sprawling fortress of white glass and cold limestone. It was not Moore Crest, but it was built with the same desire to intimidate anyone who dared to approach. It sat on a high, jagged ridge that overlooked the entire Ravenport skyline, a monument to the man who viewed people as assets to be managed. The gates were tall and made of black iron bars that looked like sharp spears pointed at the gray sky. They did not buzz or open automatically when I approached the intercom.

“Just… Just wait for me outside. I’ll be quick.” He shrugged his shoulder, “Be my guess,” Before he goes away, Aaron took my scrunchie on the floor, “Let me keep this one, for a safekeeping.” He said to me with a winked. I just can’t win with this one. One hour later, after much needed a talk with the mechanic and retrieving my valuables, we are on the way to go back to the mansion. Aaron told me that the mansion belong to Zephyr, it was a brand new building and kind of like a hideout.

" The mansion had a main house with six wide bedrooms with bathroom . Two at the second floor with one study room that had bedroom n bathroom . Four bedrooms with bathroom at the first floor and one study room . Two kitchen, two living room and a wide dining room . There is an elevator . One room with bathroom near the kitchen . Two rows of three doors room with two bedrooms with bathroom. A small kitchen n a living room for a workers . At the east of the main house is a house with four rooms with bathrooms . Two living rooms . Two kitchen and one dining room . At the west of the main house is two floors house with four bedrooms rooms with bathrooms and one study room at the second floor . T

[The Mirror of Betrayal] The "Zero Point" was not a high-tech lab or a digital simulation. It was something far more ancient and far more devastating: a secluded, fortified hunting lodge deep in the Siberian tundra, owned by a branch of the St. Claire family that history had forgotten. There were no flashing lights or neural grids here—only the smell of burning pine, the weight of heavy furs, and the suffocating realization that the monsters were purely human.

Tomorrow you're gonna move to Zero” Zero, short for Zero Isle or it's original name “Ostrov Nol”. The grounds that hold Eric's penthouse. Harrington-Blackwood in 2018 through a Delaware LLC named НОЛЬ LLC (Russian for “Zero”). The island was previously called “Zero Rock”, because it’s just a black granite cliff rising 300 ft straight out of the ocean... Zero beach, Zero mercy. Then Eric bought, renamed it Ostrov Nol the day the papers were signed and had the name carved in Cyrillic into the cliff face at the helipad.

“It will be wired only after the insemination is successful.” Her shoulders dropped slightly. “Thank you.” “I don’t do this to make friends,” he said. “You’ll get what you want. I’ll get what I want. That’s all.” * The car pulled into a gated driveway that looked more like an entrance to a private resort than someone’s home. Security cameras turned as they drove up the curved path. The house came into view...no, not house. Mansion. Three stories, white stone exterior, wide balconies with floor-to-ceiling windows. There was a fountain in the front that probably cost more than her entire apartment.

If these trees could talk, they'd tell a tragic story. “The Savage MC. They’ve been in and out of this place for months,”Zane said. My mother helped design this mansion. After my grandfather finished it, she oversaw every inch. She knew the weak spots, the hidden exits, the blind corners and every schedule within the house. She practically handed them the blueprint to steal my wife. And she picked today of all days. Zane’s phone buzzed. He checked, then cursed. I dialed Leo. “Bring the shadow team. It’s war.” I ordered.