The Darling Mansion Novels & Stories

"I'm so sorry, my love. That was thoughtless of me." He pulled me into his arms and kissed my cheek. "It's been a while since I've wanted to celebrate anything, Sugar. But you've given me the greatest reason to celebrate. I promise, I will make an effort for our kids." *** We arrived at the Barrington Mansion on a chilly Christmas morning. The air was crisp and the ground was blanketed in a layer of glistening snow. Snowflakes gently fell from the sky, creating a serene and picturesque scene. The mansion itself was adorned with a dusting of snow, adding to its grandeur. As we entered the well-lit house, the warmth immediately enveloped us, banishing the cold from our bodies. The once haunted

They stepped out of the car that was parked in front of the stairs of the manor, and a few of the maids rushed to the trunk of the car, taking out their luggage. Shawn was the first to greet them as he moved down the stairs, “Good morning Mrs Tyler, Mr Tyler. Follow me.” They did wordlessly. While they walked, Darius’s eyes traced every part of the house, he had to admit it was as excessive as it was beautiful. In all honesty, the mansion could put a castle to shame, from the red carpet with the elegant gold outline, from the chandelier that stood in the middle of the stairway, he wouldn’t be surprised if the gold on the chandelier was real.

“I see the Wadsleys have forgotten their manners." The tone of Diane Darlington came like honey, smooth, with derision underlying every word as she folded her arms across her bosom. Disconcertingly discerning eyes darted like sharpened spears into the scenario at the foyer of the mansion belonging to Wadsley: "Not an offer to enter?” The scowl deepened on Richard Wadsley's face, his jaw wrenching, the hands at his sides bunching into fists. He did not want the Darlingtons setting a foot in his house, yet refusing them entry at this very moment would prove his weakness.

Madam Evelyn’s mansion was opulent; the Graham’s Mansion can’t hold a candle to it. “My daughter-in-law, please, have a seat and do feel at home. Marrin, get your new madam a glass of water. Have the other servants prepare her brother’s room. As for my daughter-in-law, she’ll stay in her husband’s room, but for now, prepare a guest room for her,” the old woman smiled while dishing out orders. Saffron just stood by the entrance to the massive living room without uttering a word. When the servant came over to send them to their rooms, Alex refused to leave until Saffron encouraged him to.

“It’s about a half mile from here.” Justin knew where it was. He pulled into the short driveway, and we stared at the old mansion badly in need of repairs. “This could be such a nice home,” I said. “They have enough money for its upkeep.” “I’ve heard stories about these people,” Justin said. “He spends all his money on mistresses, and she drinks.” “It looks like a sad place,” I observed. The house gave off negative vibes. Unhappy people live here. But when Amelia’s suspect, Clarissa Lang Farver, opened the door, she was way too happy.

The foods were delightful enough to call the place a five-star restaurant instead of a private mansion. In that beautiful atmosphere around the house, one room was shut from inside from where whimpers of a young lad came. The shrieking voice thundered around the place. But no one heard him. The whole mansion was deserted after the party in the evening. The guest left hours before and the maids went back home too way before. Only the family butler lived in that mansion in the night, along with Mr. Dayholt and his adoptive son Ryan Dayholt. And the mansion was on the outskirts and surrounded by the forest. No one dared come nearer. Even the forest had sights of wild boars. The empty mansion ec

This someone said while open the pages of the book in his hand, “There's nothing here, Altara! How can we ever differentiate the reality and those that are not?” “Can you please stop spouting nonsense?” The little girl said, her eyes bloodshot! The young man chuckled. “Easy! Are you bored because you can't go through?” “Go through what?” She roared. “Through there?” The young man pointed the afar castle, that is old than the march of the fireflies. He shrugged when the little girl quitened. His face is gentle, yet there's a cruel light therein. However, they adds to his charisma, and is love by everyone but this little girl.

Daniel commented, feeling troubled. "Just obey orders. She's the boss' favorite after all. You don't want to get her mad. Besides, this is the first woman we get to deal with. It just might be fun," the third man, Hardin, said, staring deviously at the beautiful damsel in distress.

As we settled into our seats and Damian started the engine, I glanced out the window, the weight of the night ahead pressing on my chest. We were finally en route to the Monroe estate, each mile taking us closer to answers—or more questions. Only time would tell. The Monroe estate stood eerily quiet under the moonlight, the large iron gates creaking as we pushed them open. The once-vibrant grounds now felt haunting, every shadow whispering of secrets long buried. Damian followed me closely, his footsteps echoing faintly against the cobblestones as we made our way to the mansion. I led him directly to the room where I’d found the journal before. The heavy wooden door creaked as I pushed it op

He scrutinized me again with his eyes before opening the door wider enough for me to pass through. I walked inside and locked the door. "Follow me" he said and started walking towards the house then I followed staring around his family's mansion. Their mansion is nice though. I shrugged and when I noticed I had been taking slow strides while staring at the house and the gate man was walking far ahead of me ,I quickly ran after him. We got to the house and he pressed the door bell. Minutes passed before Darrel opened the door. "Wha..." he tried saying as he opened the door but stopped when his eyes traveled to me .