Red Mansion Chapter 28 Novels & Stories

When the last door shut, the engines slowly faded down the long road, and I waved back as Skylar disappeared from my side. Immediately, silence settled upon us. Heavy and awkward silence. He and I stood in front of the mansion steps. This was the second time we were totally alone. He shoved His hands into his pockets as he walked back into the mansion without saying another word or even a glance back. I sighed as I stared up at the sky. “This was going to be a long night” I muttered to myself before walking into the mansion as well. It was clear the mansion was built with an alpha in mind. It has a foyer big enough to host a pack meeting with marble floors and a spiral staircase.

Soon, we both heard a knock on our bedroom door. Maid: Mr and Mrs Hunt, the dinner is ready. Grandma is waiting for you both. A maid came and informed us. Chris: We are coming. Chris replied and offered me his hand. I happily took it and intertwined my fingers with his. He opened the door and we both went towards the mansion. We straight went to the dining hall where everyone was waiting for us Mrs Rutherford: I wonder why Angus has not come back home? Mrs Rutherford asked as she served dinner to us all.

But one thing is certain: I refuse to remain here, waiting for the worst to happen. I tread softly on the thick carpet as I approach the door, careful not to make a sound. With a hesitant touch, I turn the brass knob. To my surprise, the door swings open with a soft click. Paranoia whispers that this might be another trap as I cautiously lean forward to peer into the hallway. Stretching in both directions is a long, well-lit corridor. A red and gold runner lines the floor, while polished walnut wood walls are adorned with elaborate artwork. My gaze lingers briefly on the empty sockets of a stone angel gracefully perched on a pedestal. Other pieces exude a romantic charm. I would never have g

he retorted opening the car door for her, The place they were in was not the pack house but Myra's mansion, that burnt mansion, that she visited a few days before, It was completely different, repaired, and turned into a new one, Myra couldn't believe her eyes, she rubbed them again and again trying to believe such a surprising thing, as moving forward, she saw it was fully decorated with twinkling lights, it was looking dashing just like how it was on her sixteenth birthday when Myra gained the red stone and lost her precious family. It was astonishing that in such a short period, he had managed to repair it as a surprise, Wasn't he angry with her?

" I heard it as if Mother Helen was begging me. I turned behind me, the way out of the mansion gate and the way home were revealed to me, I looked back at Aunt Helen. When I got home and was about to have dinner, I sighed. Maybe Manang Helen just wants someone to eat with. I know how it feels to eat alone. I looked at Manang Helen who was still looking at me. I smiled and nodded, then walked into the mansion. Her smile widened. When my slippers stepped on the shiny marble floor of the mansion, I couldn't help but be amazed. When I looked up, the luxurious design of the staircase was revealed to me, it was right in the middle of the mansion, and each handle seemed to be made of gold in

Chapter 100 – The Legacy Secured The first light of dawn stretched over the mansion like liquid gold, cascading through the high windows and filling every shadowed corridor with clarity. The estate, once a place of darkness, turmoil, and fear, now exhaled a steady rhythm. Samkelo walked through the central hall, his steps deliberate, his senses fully attuned to the pulse of the mansion beneath him. Every floorboard, every curling shadow, every whisper of the wind was alive with awareness, but none threatened him.

"Someone is chasing me and I happened to ran into the back of this mansion so I tried to hide here." Blanche fell silent after she heard him; to be in the mansion, you practically need to drive off a forest, and she remembered what happened when the twin showed her the basement. In order to be in the crimson, you need to passed the forest. It was a great thinking, Blanche can't deny it. Bon deserved a clap on naming his mansion to his daughter and Crimson has strained his personality. They do more action than words. "Okay." She lay her hands flatly on the table and gaze down to pulled the little drawer in third row, she gave a glanced on the top of the table, but it was quick enough that the

And as his godmother said, her house is close to where he is. Red made a few turns before finding the house... not a simple house to describe what was in front of him. but a mansion. He was immediately greeted by two maids with umbrellas. Two men also came out inside and helped him lift his two cousins, who were sleeping soundly. "Thank you," Red replied. The two maids nodded to him, and they let him in. "Wait and I'll get you a towel, dear."

She reached out a hand to touch the wood, feeling the rough texture beneath her fingertips. Prescott stood on her shoulder, his expression unreadable as he took in the sight before them. The mansion seemed to loom over them like a silent sentinel, its secrets hidden behind the imposing facade. Taking a deep breath, Emma dropped a knock. However, silence greeted her. “Ehmm… I don’t think she can hear you. Unless there is a bell you can ring somewhere…” Amelia spoke up, finally finding her voice. Emma didn’t elaborate that her friend was rich, and maybe a supernatural fanatic, seeing where the house was located.

The mansion sprawled around me like a sleeping beast, all polished marble and gleaming woodwork that whispered of old money and calculated power plays. A maid appeared at the far end, meticulously dusting a crystal vase as if her life depended on it. When I approached, her eyes slid past me like I was made of smoke. "Excuse me, where is Elizabeth Shaw being kept?" I asked, my voice echoing slightly in the vast corridor. She continued polishing as if I hadn't spoken. _Well trained pets_, I thought bitterly. I wandered the second floor, testing each door I passed. All locked. My fingertips traced the elaborate wallpaper as I calculated my next move._If she's not on this floor....