Sex Mansion Novels & Stories

She smelled two different scents of male vampires in the room, the old one smelled like something was burned with some bloody scent but not too much gore, and the other smelled like a fresher blood scent that was hidden by a citrus, lavender, and sandalwood flavored perfume. “Talking about what Richard told me about the project that you are going to work with us in The Mansion Resort…” Marrison paused as he opened something on his laptop’s screen. He showed Sonya some slides of The Mansion Resort. “The concept is we want to market this for a couple, honeymooners, newlywed couples…”

Kyla nodded. “Oh! Why did you just say that?” Amer replied. “I’m sorry. Naneth is personal. She doesn’t want to involve her relatives in anything.” “Haist! Poor Naneth.” “Why sir Amer?!” Dominic asked in astonishment. “Nothing, because Naneth is a very kind child,” Amer replied. “You said she is a very independent woman. She can now be called “The Secret of the Fierce Ex-Wife.” Kyla answered emphatically. “Why did you say that, Kyla?” Gio asked.

Weeks earlier In the grand halls of the Sullivan mansion, Marvis moved cautiously, navigating through the silent hostility that seemed to hang in the air. The mansion, adorned with opulence, was a facade hiding the tumultuous undercurrents of a family torn by secrets and ambitions. Her steps echoed, reverberating through the expansive corridors as she made her way to Jace's room.

"I have a plan to get us out of this unfavorable situation. If Dad disappoints, I'm pretty sure my husband won't. I could tell he liked me. Let's go." She calls for a taxi and they both get in. In about thirty minutes, they stop in front of the Mason Mansion and ring the doorbell. In a few moments, a man apprears at the door, dressed in a white shirt and black tuxedo, he meets them at the gate. "Hello Madams. How can I help you?" Alexa scoffs. "You don't recognize me? I'm the wife of your Madam's second son. I'm Mrs Mason. Come on open up and let me in."

Madison I watched Alexander step out of the car, his tall frame disappearing through Selena's front door with Leo. The sleek black Bentley idled silently, its luxury interior suddenly feeling too empty without Alexander's commanding presence. "Great, now I get to sit here like a good little assistant while the men handle business," I muttered, drumming my fingers on the leather seat. Through the tinted windows, I could see the elegant townhouse with its pristine white facade and carefully manicured shrubbery. Typical Kensington – old money dressed in fresh paint.

he announced and even clapped his hands. I just smiled at him. Beautiful and happy family? We are not even happy right now. “Just lead the way, man. I want to end this now,” Sebastian said, looking so bored and angry. His furrowed brows and emotionless eyes are saying it all. “Follow me, then,” the man said and started walking. Me and Sebastian followed him. He was also proudly explaining all the conveniences they offer. Until he opened a small metal gate and inside were a huge European style mansion. Our house is bigger than this though.

When he had entered the mansion through an unused door, he went straight to his father’s grand study to wait for him to be done with his visitors. In another corner of the city stood Isabella Moretti’s luxury duplex, a fortress of elegance and power hidden in plain sight. The building was in an upscale neighborhood with manicured hedges and a private, gated courtyard. The exterior was made with modern dark brick. A discreet security system hummed beneath the surface, cameras hidden in many secret places around the building. The interior was lavishly decorated. Alessa and Isabella were in a room on the first floor. Standing face to face, Alessa's phone was placed face-down on the table next t

“Excuses. Admit it that you’re just scared of getting married.” Sia crossed her arms, trying to keep her composure,. “Maybe. Or maybe I just want everything to be perfect when that moment comes.” Leon shook his head, chuckling softly. “Fine.” But Sia’s eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. Standing in front of them was a stunning vintage-style mansion. It wasn’t grand like the Hart Mansion, but it exuded a charm that was intimate and inviting. The flowery pathways wove through the lush greenery, and the soothing sound of a nearby spring filled the air. It was picturesque and tranquil, like something out of a dream.

The car drove through the huge gates of Damian's mansion and everyone's mouth dropped, including Ace. The mansion stands tall and proud, exuding an air of opulence and grandeur. Its architecture is a masterful blend of classical elegance and modern sophistication. The exterior facade boasts intricate detailing, with ornate columns, sweeping balconies, and expansive windows that reflect the golden rays of the sun. The sprawling grounds are meticulously landscaped, featuring manicured gardens, a sparkling fountain, and a pristine pool that glistens under the clear blue sky. The entrance is adorned with a grand gate, providing a glimpse of the luxurious lifestyle that awaits inside.

Whenever Tyler Hamilton specifically asked to see anybody, it was usually because he had something very important to discuss and he did not like to be kept waiting. Edmund turned left, driving straight into the Cornwell Estate. His father's penthouse was a vast, sprawling, Spanish Mission-style 1920s building, perched high in the Cornwell Hills. A discrete, ivy-clad gate set into a fifteen-foot wall gave a little clue of the opulence that hid behind it, a dramatic, sweeping driveway and gardens so enormous and perfectly manicured, they looked more like a country club than the grounds of a private residence. His father loved the fine things of life and stopped at nothing to get them. He, on t