The Darling Mansion Novels & Stories

It was meant for just the two of us. I gave her a ride to my luxurious mansion in the next city, where I intended we spent the night. “Oh wow! This is so beautiful!” She acclaimed, her eyes taking in every detail of the well-decorated living room. “Oh yeah! You deserve the best things in the world!” I replied, smiling cheerfully at her. “Awww! Thank you so much,” Alice was grateful. “You’re welcome and happy birthday my sweetheart!” I wished beaming with smiles. I led her up the whirling staircase, my hand not leaving her waiting for a second until we got to the second floor, where I had an exquisite master bedroom. I paused and brought out the keys from my pocket, which I unlocked the door

"So, Miss Parker?" "Sure, why not?" Melanie replied with a grin. Jacob was not a bad guy. He came from a well-reputed family and was a gentleman. He had an amicable personality and was sweet by nature but his job expected him to be strict and dignified. So, his kindness was hidden behind his stern face. If everything turned out well, maybe she could have a long-lasting relationship with him. After one failed love story in her college days, she had not dated anybody else. She might as well give him a chance.

"A woman like you can no longer interest me. So stop trying and leave me alone!" After the beautiful woman left in tears with a thousand-dollar check in her hand, River continued to daydream about Daisy, which made him unable to stop smiling. River turned his head to the empty space beside him. And a charming, dangerous-looking grin appeared on his face as he muttered, "Starting tomorrow, you'll be the one occupying this spot, Daisy." *** "Wow~" For the umpteenth time, Daisy was again amazed by the luxury and beauty presented before her eyes. All this time, she thought the Golden Tree Hotel where she worked was the most luxurious place, but now she realized that the hotel is nothing compared

Violet POV “You better unpack fast,” Alpha Dane said as soon as we were in his house. It wasn’t a house; it was a mansion. Nestled amidst sprawling, beautiful gardens, the mansion was built with white marble with intricate stonework, tall windows that allowed natural light to cascade into its luxurious interior and arched doors. I entered a foyer with a chandelier that hung from the center, casting a warm glow over the white marble floor. The sweeping staircase with an ornate railing led to the upper-level rooms.

When you have nothing to lose, you could live life however you want with its own consequences, but when you have everything, you also have everything to lose. Thirty minutes of silent car ride later, she finally arrived at his mansion. The place which used to be her home with her family had been burnt down and he built a prison from its ashes. From the outside, the place looked absolutely beautiful, everything was mostly painted in eggshell cream color with warm brown accent here and there to make the place more welcoming, but after living there for years she could guarantee it was the least welcoming place on earth. She walked inside with a thumping heart, some of the older guards who had w

ANNA The morning light filters through the large windows, casting a soft glow over the polished floors of the mansion. It's my first time in Damien's home—our home now. The grandeur of it all is almost overwhelming. The high ceilings, the intricate moulding, the expansive rooms... everything about this house screams wealth, power, and status. It’s a far cry from the cozy apartment I once shared with my parents.

I never imagined that my headstrong decision and my so-called devotion to love would result in such an ending. He was once such a wonderful man. However, people changed. No one would know another person's thoughts—even those who shared a bed could dream different dreams. I overestimated love. I, too, overestimated him. I would let it end this way—awkwardly but quietly. Covering up this disgraceful affair was the last thing I could do to preserve some semblance of dignity. … We finalized our divorce the next day. The paperwork was completed the following day. As I had requested, the house was left to me, and his infidelity was brushed aside as if it had never happened.

“Step out of the bus players—in a single file. The mansion is just ten minutes away at the hilltop.” But I didn’t want to. I wanted to remain this way—snuggled into this smoked cedarwood and amber warmth forever. My hands twisted at the sheet, my cheeks nuzzled against the soft bed of rock. “Please don’t let me go,” I murmured through a sleepy voice. “Just hold me here, please,” I begged the bed, a faraway wish buzzing in my head that I’d be swallowed in by this instead—forever. It was better than playing death games.

White marbles, crystal chandeliers, and paintings that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. Everything about the mansion screamed luxury and old money. The marble floor gleamed beneath my feet, expensive paintings lined the walls, and the crystal chandelier hanging above me was probably worth more than my entire apartment. Forty-eight hours ago if someone had told me I’d be standing in Damian Kingsley's mansion, I would’ve laughed in their face. But forty-eight hours ago I still believed Nate loved me.

As the two people were immersed in their own thoughts, Darwin's bodyguard drove them to a lonely villa that occupied a whole chunk of land. "You have no servants?" Alexa asked as she saw the lonely house with absolutely no one. If the house wasn't sparkling clean, she would have doubted if anyone was living in the house. "I do but they don't live here?" Darwin answered with a smile. The mansion was very large, a colour of white accompanied with furnitures made with pure cold down to ordinary kitchen cutleries. Darwin was a man really swimming in gold. Alexa squinted her eyes as she got more curious about Darwin's identity.