The House Of The Seven Gables นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The window is broken. Pieces of glass are shattered everywhere on the floor. Broken bottles of whiskey are scattered everywhere and the cushions are torn apart with the table lying upside down on the ground. The house is a complete mess. Seven had just come from a meeting late when he saw the door was wide open. He found that a bit odd since he knew I was away for the funeral. On entering, his eyes almost popped out of his pockets. Seven and Ren are standing behind me, shook by the utter mess of the whole house.

Jacob replied. Soon, Isabella noticed an old abandoned, house far off in the distance, in desperate need for a new paint job. She shivered, as though, ice had replaced her spine. It looked like one of those haunted houses you saw in the movies. The cold air enveloped her entire body. The multiple layer of clothing could not protect against the deathly cold, and Samson tightened his hold on her. The walkway leading up to house were cracked. Weeds and dandelions poked out from these cracks. Vines formed a twisted maze upon the side of house, reaching their tentacles towards the roof. The house's walls showed black decay by neglect. Splotches of original paint hinted at the house former prosper

Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came. Instead, he found himself standing outside the iron gates of the Thorne estate at half past one in the morning, his breath misting in the October air as he stared up at the mansion that had once been his entire world. The place looked exactly as he remembered it, all Gothic spires and holy stonework, crosses carved into every available surface as though the architecture itself could repel demons. Floodlights illuminated the grounds with cold precision, turning the manicured gardens into something that resembled a military compound more than a home.

As Emma, Amelia, and Prescott materialized at the gates of Annabel's mansion, they were met with a sight that took their breath away. The mansion stood proudly atop a hill, its grandeur unmistakable even from a distance. Surrounded by vast expanses of land, with a dense forest looming nearby, the house seemed to exude an aura of mystery and intrigue. The mansion itself was a testament to old wealth and opulence, its imposing facade adorned with intricate carvings and ornate details. Gargoyles perched ominously on the corners of the roof, their stone forms weathered by time but still retaining an air of silent vigilance.

I nod, letting Sabastian get in front as I sit in the back in the middle with Gabriel and Caleb at my sides. The drive isn’t long, a few winding roads before we come to a glade with a Manor House. The stubs are blackened; the earth scorched. There appears to be no sign of life. Half the house looks decayed and crumbling. “This can’t be it?” I swallow, feeling the hairs at the back of my neck creep up on my skin. “It could be magic a deterrent to keep people out,” Caleb suggests as I nod. If that’s the case, it’s incredibly effective. “If it’s not magic, then … “ Teddy’s smug smile comes to mind as my mates poured over his findings. I had thought that smile was there because of last night and

Chapter 45: The Ghost of Christmas Past Seven Years Earlier: The Hamptons, New York The sky over the Atlantic was the color of a fresh bruise, a swirling mix of deep purples and slate greys that threatened to break into a Nor'easter. On the wide, weathered cedar balcony of the Vance estate, the air tasted of salt spray and expensive tobacco. This was the sanctuary of Arthur Vance, a man who had built an empire not just on oil and gas, but on the ruthless manipulation of the "Flow." He wasn't the digital specter he would eventually become; he was a man of dense muscle, silver hair, and a gaze that felt like an infrared scan.

"The Heiress operates on the vanity of absolute connection and total visibility. She wants every mind to be a node in her network, a transparent vessel for her data. But a garden... a garden requires shade. It requires things that are private, things that grow in the dark where the network can't see them. It requires a narrative that isn't dictated by an algorithm." The heavy iron door at the top of the stairs groaned open, and Seven entered the chamber. Her boots clicked sharply on the stone, a martial cadence that felt jarring in the verdant, damp silence. She was still draped in her tactical gear, her face smudged with soot, and the lingering scent of woodsmoke clung to her cloak.

My stomach had been knotted all day, but now it was a dull, insistent ache. I made my way down the grand staircase, my footsteps echoing in the cavernous foyer. The house was too quiet. It lacked the smells of a real home—there was no scent of garlic or simmering soup, only the sterile fragrance of expensive floor wax and fresh lilies. I found the dining room, but the table was cleared. Not even a glass of water remained. "Looking for something?" I jumped, spinning around. A woman in a black-and-white uniform stood by the sideboard. Her name tag read Mrs. Gable. She was the head housekeeper, and her expression was a perfect mirror of Eleanor Wolfe’s: cold and unimpressed.

She glanced at the dingy curtains, yellowed by time, and felt a shiver crawl up her spine. She wandered into the hallway, where the faded wallpaper peeled in ragged strips. Family photos in cheap frames lined the walls, their colors bleached by sunlight. In each, DeMarco was younger, smiling, surrounded by people Ava didn’t recognize. There was a cheerfulness to the pictures that felt at odds with the house’s present decay.

He hadn’t spared any expense. Not that he needed to worry about money. He didn’t. And it showed in every detail. Stop stalling, Chloe. Ring the damn doorbell. She turned and pressed the button, wondering if Gabe had staff working in his huge house. Strangely, the mansion didn’t look flashy. It was big, yes, but built with natural materials and surrounded by native plants. It blended into the landscape instead of standing out. Despite its size, it fit perfectly in the mountains.