Novel & Cerita Red Mansion Chapter 28

The satisfaction she would get from seeing them yield to her demands was a strong fuel for her relentless pursuit of retribution. Back at the Johnson's mansion, the party continued. Laughter filled the Johnson mansion's fancy hall. Live music, a mix of jazz and pop, set a happy vibe, making even the quietest guests smile. Waiters moved elegantly through the crowd, carrying trays of snacks and glasses of champagne as they did their work. But little did the people inside the mansion know of the danger that was about to come. At that same time, Megan and Cara stood by the opulent French windows as they sipped on drinks together, while having a conversation. However as they talked, Cara couldn't

Arden noticed how she looked perplexed for a while, but then managed to control her curiosity as she cleared her throat and glanced at Arden, who offered his arm for her to hold onto while they were striding in. Erina hold onto his biceps, her other hand on the side of her big gown, as her eyes roamed around while they were going in. Compared to the mansion of the Gunners, the Remington's mansion is classy and seems lively because of its light colors, unlike the Gunner's dark themes. She noticed how the guards' eyes moved to watch her carefully. The feeling lingered in her: it was nostalgic, something that she had felt when she was young but couldn't remember at all.

Clara hesitated, her throat tight, but the man placed a hand on her thigh, his grip firm and commanding. “Out,” he said. She moved without thinking, her legs carrying her onto the steps. The night air wrapped around her, cool and sharp. Her heels clicked on the marble as she followed him inside. The doors opened, revealing a grand hallway lined with chandeliers, each crystal dripping light across the polished floor. The walls were adorned with paintings that looked centuries old, women painted in soft strokes, all of them gazing down with unreadable expressions. Clara’s heart pounded as she stepped deeper into the mansion. Every detail screamed wealth, but beneath that wealth was something d

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.

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.

BACK AT AN UNKNOWN MANSION. The familiar black rolls Royce pulled up in front of the house and the two men dressed in black tuxedoes came out, the unwavering number of soldiers surrounded them, one of the guards dressed in soldiers attire walked them inside the mansion, while inside, a lady finely dressed in red sat in the chair, smoking her cigar, her lips painted blood red, her aura cold that it lingered in the room, they walked in and bowed their heads. “ Is he taken care of ?” She asked calmly as she pressed the cigar on the ashtray

After I walked through the double doors, I realized that it was exactly the same pattern on Lucas' fucking lighter. It was a wolf's head. Damn. Does Lucas have a thing with wolves? Is he keeping a fucking wolf as a pet or something? As soon as the double doors closed, I found myself standing in a huge space. Well, "huge" was just too small a word to describe it. It was an endless factory-sized patio. To the right, there was a line of servants, standing absolutely still like dummies. When they saw me, they bowed and greeted me - "Good evening, Miss Louisa Reid. Welcome to the Redwood Mansion."

Chapter 9 The night grew increasingly late, yet the atmosphere in the main family room of the Carter mansion remained brightly lit. The luxurious gold-trimmed interior and massive crystal chandeliers were utterly incapable of warming the atmosphere, which felt so painfully contrasted with the suffering hidden in the corners of the house.

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."

“The apartment. Put in an offer right now, two hundred above asking price. Make sure the contract is bullet proof, you understand? I want the keys to that place in the next hour. Get it done.” “I’m on it.” Tito responds and I hang up the phone. There’s only one way to get Tammy’s attention here and she’s not going to like it. *** I make my way to the veterinary clinic. I speed through town in my new red sports car. Every woman on the streets turns their head to stare. It’s nothing new to me. They’re usually staring at me, not the car.