Red Mansion Chapter 1 Novelas e Histórias

DINING WITH THE ENEMIES (She's just naive) Genres; Thriller CHAPTER 13 By, baby favour Das Mansion *What! You allow her to go in?* maid two said. *I didn't allow her she just went in* maid one answered. *I'm sure we will be dead soon* maid two repiled. *You should have told her young master prohibited anyone from entering his room!* Maid three said. *Let just wait for her scream or her body throw out* Maid one concluded and they all went their way.

Then I step inside, and I stop, because the moment I enter the mansion, everything changes. The space opens up in front of me. Tall ceilings, elegant lighting, polished stone and glass blending together in a way that feels both modern and royal. It’s quiet, but not empty. Alive in a controlled way. Everything is too perfect, too big, too unreal. A small breath slips out of me before I can stop it, and I didn’t even realize I was holding it. This place doesn’t feel like a home, it feels like a world on its own. DAMON’S POV

“They are going to be so excited to see you. They ask about you every day when I visit.” I knew I should pull my hand away but her small delicate hand had so much strength behind it felt so safe and good in my much larger calloused hand. I didn’t want to let go. We went around the large porch and through a grand flower entrance filled with white flowers and then after finally making it past the very large house and into a huge garden covered in white flowers but now also tents and what felt like every red wolf and every white priestess busily all working together to make a meal. I suddenly realized as Gorm, the red wolf that had been captured and had already sworn an oath to the Mystic

“You don’t have to like it. You have to do it.” Leo’s voice dropped. “Camila…” Alvarez slammed his palm on the table. “Camila is gone. Stop saying her name.” Leo flinched. The lamp shook. Alvarez straightened, smoothing his shirt. “You hesitate, you die,” he said. “You hesitate, we both die. Remember that.” Leo nodded once, barely. Alvarez closed the notebook. “Good. Get some rest. Tomorrow we finish it.” --- The Mansion Morning broke grey and heavy. Rain hung in the air but didn’t fall. The mansion stood at the edge of the city, surrounded by high walls and wet gardens. Inside, guards moved through the halls, their boots quiet on the polished floors.

The city lights disappeared gradually behind the tinted windows until nothing remained except the occasional glow of distant streetlamps. As the car finally slowed near the estate, massive iron gates opened automatically, revealing a long pathway surrounded by towering trees. White Mansion stood at the end of it like something untouched by time. Less than twelve hours ago, I was supposed to become Jared’s wife. Now I belong to another man, a stranger whose name was a scandal in the society! An old maid escorted me to a luxurious bedroom and placed a silk dress on the bed. “You should change, madam.” A strange unease curled inside me as my gaze fell on the dark red lacy nightdress. It didn’t

About secrets the house kept like a loyal servant. The mansion creaked, soft and slow. I froze. My head snapped toward the hallway. Silence. No footsteps. No voices. Just the storm and the clock and that awful sense that I wasn’t alone in my own breathing. I listened harder. Nothing. Still, I lowered my voice instinctively, as if the walls could hear thoughts. “This is insane,” I murmured. And yet I kept reading. Because the pages were doing something to me. They weren’t just telling me Katherine’s story.

A new chapter, with just me and Rafael, will begin, and you won't even exist. … I wore a wide smile as I pressed the main doorbell of the Merrin Mansion. I gazed at the elegant door before me and thought, ‘One day, I’ll have control over who enters and who gets expelled through this door. And without a doubt, Natalie will be at the top of the list for expulsion.’ The door opened, and the housekeeper Laura stood there, smiling politely. However, as soon as her eyes landed on me, her smile froze, and her demeanor changed. It was as if she had seen a ghost.

“Says the girl who lied about a bear attack. And for the record, I don’t forgive lies, so you should never consider it again. Are we clear, Red?” “My name’s Venus. Not Red,” I muttered, letting out a light scowl. “Are we clear?” He grounded out, eyes sharp. “We are.” “Good, and I’ll call you whatever I wish.” These were his final words before he tugged me by the arm and led us into the intimidating mansion that screamed of wealth and sophistication. In fact, the whole place was astonishing, even beyond the Alpha’s home in the Whitefang pack. From the vast garden that framed the bold architecture, filled with exotic flowers and a grass lawn, it looked like a page cut out from one of those hig

That means he has them. When his taillights vanish into the distance, I turn back to the gates. They open for me with a smooth buzz—Vivienne must have been waiting. As I drive in, my smile lingers. I gave Aaron King nothing but a word and a hint. But sometimes, that’s enough to plant a seed. Seeds grow into questions. Questions grow into paranoia. And paranoia? That eats a man alive from the inside. The mansion doors open before I can knock. A servant bows stiffly, ushering me through marble halls lined with mirrors. Chandeliers drip crystals that scatter light across the floor, but the shine feels hollow—like Vivienne herself.

--- And behind her, inside the silent mansion. Adrian Blackwell stood alone in the bedroom. Staring at the empty space she once occupied. --- Only then did he realize something terrifying. --- The house had never felt lonely before. --- Until Amara left. END OF CHAPTER 15