Red Mansion Chapter 1 Novelas e Histórias

Shaking her hands dhe picked up the paper. "Thank you, can you accompany me to this address?" I said. "Yes, the third ordered you from me." He laughed. Third.. I miss him and my baby! "Are you okay?" It asked him. She nodded. "Yeah! I still can't believe he wants to see me?" When he changed the subject. It was as if he were floating on a cloud of joy. +++ She saw a large Mansion. The big gate opened. She entered immediately after it opened. It also closed voluntarily.

I said. "Pardon?" He looks confused of what I said. I chuckled. "I'm just going to be quick, I'm just gonna dump my bad mood inside and leave." I winked when I saw his face reddened, I think he realized what I mean. I turned around and walked elegantly to the entrance of the mansion. There was a knight guarding the door, holding lots of invitation cards. When his eyes found mine, he immediately bowed after I gave him the invitation card. The whole mansion was dazzling with chandeliers, I think it's all made of real gold. How can I forget that aside from being a snake, Madolina's family is a corrupt who stole all the money from the taxes of the commoners.

Leah's POV The moon hung low that night, its crimson glare spilling over Redwood Mansion like a wound torn open in the sky. I stood before it, breath fogging in the chilled air, my boots sinking into the cracked earth where grandeur once reigned. The luxurious manor where my grandfather had held court was a husk now, its walls sagging, its windows blind and gaping. Yet the murals - those gorgeous, sprawling tales of Lycan triumph - clung to the stone, and the carved beams overhead still bore the weight of forgotten glory. A ache bloomed in my chest, sharp and unbidden, not for the place itself, but for the blood that tied me to it, the lineage crumbling like the house before me.

Chapter 92 RUBIN Autahvuwns Manor welcomed us with its red tiled roofs and ever glistening fountain. Caelum marched up to the front door with me following close behind, expecting that as the door opens, Aeon and Newman will be waiting for us by the threshold. My heart felt like it was being squeezed as we entered the empty manor, our footsteps echoing to what used to be a familiar haven for me, now a place of memories.

It looked like something right out of a horror story, its appearance immediately making my spine tingle. The door opens and an old man appears. “Sir Crimson I presume?” The old man asks, his light eyes giving me a once over. Smirking at my button-down shirt and lightweight black slacks. “I hope your brought warmer clothes.” He chuckles, holding his hand out and gesturing for me to come inside. Stepping over the threshold, I feel the warmth of the house immediately, thankful for the heat. Unlike the outside, the interior of the mansion is modern, with vaulted ceilings and wooden beams. The furnishings are all in natural wood with red accents.

“ No, I will not do that at all. I have been waiting for you all of my life. Now that you are now within my arms. I will not let you go not in this life or the future. He walks so fast that I feel like I am just a feather that he held tenderly. What a coy vampire. What welcomes me inside the mansion is all of the materials are made of gold. Shiny, shimmering, and splendid. The house showed how rich they are. Vampires meet my expectations of an old-money family.

I might puke. Now, how must I supposed to escape? I couldn't grab anything. I couldn't even reach the walls. What were those written there anyway? Some code or passwords engraved? I'm pretty positive it's made of brown clay. As I'm still figuring out what to do, the door swung open. My heart thumped faster, it could even win a race at that rate. Three creatures showed up, the humanoid aliens! And they sauntered magnificently flaunting their ravishing beauty.

My insides twist like I’m on the world’s worst rollercoaster, throat raw from holding in a scream. And then—quiet. Just our own engine roaring. Empty road ahead. “They’re gone,” the driver pants, sweat dripping down his temple. But my chest? Still in a vise. Yasmin. She lost us. No—no way The tracker in my shoe has to be working. It has to. The car slows, turning sharply. Black iron gates loom in front of us. Beyond them: a mansion, glittering with glass. The gates open. Charles guides us out and through the living room, a house no one actually lives in. He opens a door into a bedroom. It’s big. Too big. But the air feels suffocating. The kind of place that isn’t meant for sleeping—meant for

“Are you lying?” “Yes.” OH. OH. HE’S NERVOUS. This man who practically breathes arrogance is nervous about ONE WOMAN? “Is she scary?” I whisper. “She’s… persistent.” “Persistent how?” “You’ll see.” NO. I DO NOT WANT TO SEE. We arrive at a literal mansion. Not a house. Not a home. A MANSION. The kind of mansion where even the mailbox probably has a degree. “I can’t go in,” I whisper. “You’re going in.”

Damien's car screeched to a halt outside his home, the tires barely stopping before he was out of the vehicle. His heart pounded as he hurried in his mansion, a storm of emotions swirling inside him. As he burst through the front door, he saw Charles, the butler, standing in the foyer. "Charles," Damien said, breathless, "is my girl back?" Charles, ever the picture of calm, nodded and replied, "Yes, sir. She’s upstairs with Miss Amanda."