Red Mansion Chapter 1 Novelas e Histórias

Elevena's gaze was drawn to the maid, who was standing beside a large door, guarding it. She appeared young and innocent, and Elevena smiled at her without realizing it, and she smiled back as she whispered, "Welcome home, madam!" Elevena couldn't understand what she said because the sound level was so low, and Damon escorted her out of the mansion before she could ask her anything. The mansion was located between the deep and big forests, and she knew that running would not help her because she would become lost inside the deep forest and become the dinner of wild animals.

His hand landed on my head patting it very softly. “Who are you?” I asked once more but he didn’t answer. He took my hand with his hand but I can’t feel warmth from him. His touches are cold but I didn’t mind. The large door swung open untouched exposing the real insides of the mansion. The bright yellow lights made me close my eyes trying to adjust on it. Just when my eyes finally can open, the huge chandelier meet my eyes. My jaw dropped seeing how unexpectedly beautiful the mansion is. It might look like abandoned from the outside but it’s a complete opposite in the inside.

The air felt cool and light, and for the first time, the silence of the mansion didn't feel oppressive; it felt expansive. Then, I reached the crimson room. The door was slightly ajar, a dark red slice in the white hallway. My joyful momentum slowed to a halt. A cold, morbid curiosity pulled me forward, my hand moving as if of its own accord to push the door open. My heart gave a single, faster, painful thump against my ribs. The room was immaculate. The neatly spread bed, with its heavy, blood-red comforter, was smooth and undisturbed. The floor was tidy, the bedside table, the drawer, the tall, silver-framed mirror—all were perfectly in their place, as if nothing violent had ever happened

Alejandro stood near one of the cars, flipping through a file, his assistant standing beside him . Gosh… he never stops. Is he really going to work even here? “Elena, come on,” Mariana urged, pulling at my hand until I followed her inside. Inside,the mansion was magnificent, every corner spoke of power, of wealth beyond imagination. Chandeliers glimmered from the ceiling, furniture stood in polished perfection, my eyes scanning around in disbelief. Just how much wealth does the Rodriguez family hold? “Elena,” Mariana said softly, stepping closer. "Yes?",

The mansion, when we stepped out of the car I straightened my dress, the silk suddenly feeling too thin, against this backdrop of stone and privilege. Rami squeezed my hand, "Ready?" "As ready as I'll ever be," I muttered, forcing a smile. The grand entrance hall swallowed us whole. Marble floors echoed with our footsteps, and a chandelier that could have housed a small village glittered overhead. Then, his mother appeared.

Chapter Ten. Nina's POV This is it. This is the time. It is now starting. The first chapter of the novel Illuminating Darkness is finally here. We are now in front of the mansion where the Edwards luxury carriage is located. I faced my parents or should I say Lady Marina's parents. They really kept their promise that they would see me off. I wonder why Lady Marina grew wicked, her parent wasn't the type of bastard who always compares their child to others or do crazy kinds of stuff.

Each step felt like a dance through the threads of eternity, as if the mansion itself acknowledged their role in the cosmic symphony. In this chapter of cosmic revelation, the celestial beings guided Victoria and Alexander to a celestial chamber within Sterling Manor. The room, bathed in an otherworldly glow, housed an ancient tapestry that depicted the intertwined destinies of the mansion's residents. Love stories flourished, moments of resilience stood as pillars, and unforeseen twists weave a tapestry that encapsulated the very essence of Sterling Manor's transformative power.

Cynthia didn't push, but silently made a note—Add Leo to the growing list of enemies. When she finally came downstairs, the hall was deserted. The crystal chandelier threw sharp, cold light onto the marble floor. The earlier chaos had vanished, leaving only the lingering tension in the air—a bitter reminder that this war was far from over. As she headed toward the main residence with her luggage, a striking flash of red caught her eye. Mandy stood in the courtyard, wind whipping through her fire-red dress like flames licking at the air. Their eyes locked. Mandy's crimson lips curled into a mocking smile. "Did you really think Grandpa letting you back meant you'd been accepted? Dream on. It w

Curves of the Alpha Pack Chapter 1: The Storm’s Arrival The rain pounded against the tall windows like impatient fingers demanding entry. I stood in the dimly lit foyer of the old mansion, my soaked coat dripping onto the marble floor. My heart hammered as if it wanted to escape my chest entirely. This was supposed to be straightforward. Sign some papers, sell the crumbling estate my distant relative had left me, and walk away from the mess. Yet the moment I stepped inside, the air grew thick and charged, carrying a wild energy that made the hairs on my arms stand up.

The place looked like some cathedral built for billionaires — towering windows, massive fountains, trimmed greenery everywhere, lights glowing across the estate like something out of a damn vampire film. How did places like this even exist in California? Before I could admire it longer, the suited man lightly shoved my shoulder forward. Rude. I followed him inside and eventually into a bedroom drenched in deep red décor. Red curtains. Red sheets. Red accents everywhere. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath. “Whoever lives here really loves red.” I sat nervously at the edge of the bed with my hands clasped together while the suited man turned toward me. “The Don will be with you shortly.”