The Darling Mansion Novels & Stories

Not long after they left the hospital, she also got discharged and left for home with Ethan. The next day, she woke up to noises and chatter in the mansion. The Stewardess had invited people over for the decorations. Eve glanced out of the window. The whole Villa was being decorated fully with balloons and stickers, and Ethan and his brother were helping out. She walked away from the window, smiling. And she entered the bathroom then got ready for the day. Eve descended downstairs and headed to the dining room for breakfast. After she finished eating, a maid came and packed the plates and she followed her to the kitchen.

“Let’s get you inside, darling.” Darling, I’ve been called that before… We step inside of the mansion and are welcomed by a rather medieval-styled interior. There are dead stuffed birds hanging on the walls and armors standing around, as if guarding the spacious entry hall with a double stair following up to the upper floor. The wooden pavement is covered by a dusty carpet and a double door between the stairs seems to open to a stuffy sitting room. “Well, then. I will get going. Have a good night, Ginevra. I’ll hear you in the morning.”

Three days later, Emily went to the library to conduct research for her thesis, but she could not focus on her reading. This morning, Warren and his grandfather flew to New City for Warren’s treatment, and there has been no announcement about their return yet. They brought several servants from the mansion, including butler Frank. Fortunately, she was spared. With Warren’s absence, she felt a sense of relief, but the thought of being alone with Charles in the mansion made Emily’s heart race, and she was fully aware that she should not feel that way.

“To what extent has she brainwashed you, huh? How could you be so foolish—” A servant rushed into the glasshouse, his face pale, and his voice choked as he shouted, “Vampire hunter!” Then something pierced him, penetrating from his back to his chest. He fell forward, and behind him stood a woman in a red dress. Henry was the first to react upon seeing her figure. He was stunned, and as the woman noticed his astonishment, she smiled at him. “You—” Henry choked. “Hello, Darling.”

"To love is to destroy, and that to be loved is sought to be destroyed." Genevieve's eyes observed the table full of delicacies. From cream to chocolate, to some that are even fruit flavored. They all looked so delicious. Her eyes went back to the person in front of her after looking at the mouth-watering food. Astrid. She was now at her house-scratch that, this was an estate. Much bigger than their home. With even a small maze by the garden and a greenhouse not too far away. She was pretty sure there was also a pool somewhere here.

“And you liked it, didn’t you, darling?” Her fiery gaze from when she arrived pins me, “Don’t call me that i am nobody’s darling.” “You’re wrong, Mirabelle.” I shake my head. “You’re your stepbrother’s darling and you love that don’t you?” “Get out,” she snarls, pulling her shirt down. “You got your way.” My way?

Megan was so familiar with her former boss's character that this beautiful woman had no other choice but to follow her former boss's wishes. This beautiful girl stared at the mansion in front of her in awe. This mansion looked very luxurious and dazzled everyone upon seeing it. Classic-modern house style, the pillars stand with crows, tall and large. The more it adds to the charm of this luxurious house. Baby rings the bell, it's 6:30 p.m but this house seems very quiet and it looks like there are no residents. To be honest, this girl didn't feel surprised because Megan had explained the situation and the rules that were applied to the house. It had been about 10 minutes that this girl stood

It was kind of him to help her and bring her to his home. Hence, she needed to find so as to offer an appreciation. It was getting late and Dahlia had been blowing her phone with calls. As she strolled along the halls of the mansion, she was captivated by the dazzling lights and sparkling chandeliers that illuminated the grand space. The grandeur and elegance of the mansion spoke volumes about the wealth of the Scotts. Upon arriving at the East wing, several rooms occupied the area. Elsie could not even tell which one she had walked out of before.

Exhausted from the weight of our trials, I found solace in fleeting moments of slumber at Damien's enchanting mansion. As the sun cast gentle rays through the opulent drapes, I slowly awakened from a peaceful sleep. I slipped out of bed, casting a fleeting glance at the expanse of Damien's room. True to the nature of his mansion, it exuded grandeur, grand windows framed by luxurious drapes, exquisite artwork adorning the walls, and intricate details that bespoke the refined taste of its owner.

Which he does, I mean. Ignoring the strange feeling in my stomach, I follow him inside the white main door. My jaw hangs low just as I step in. Being a child of a wealthy family myself, I am never surprised about the extravagance of places but his house is something else. Every corner, the crystal chandelier that hangs in the middle of the sitting area, the white and blue themed walls, and the carefully designed interior—everything oozes power and money. “ Tristin Darling, you are late. You missed our dinner. ” A warm female voice scolds.