The Magnolia Palace A Novel Novels & Stories

He asked, His eyes, gleaming, I knew it's something confidential or he doesn't want to hurt Magnolia, Maynard can't break up with her juts like that. Anyways, I didn't need to know. " No, I don't want to know" •~• MAGNOLIA POV I woke up the next morning feeling light headed, My mouth bitter, I was feeling nauseous. Getting down the bed, I rushed to the bathroom to take my bath. After taking my bath, I wore one of the new shirts I found inside the wardrobe with a matching skirt, Hanging my cross bag across my chest, I walked out of the house for my place of work.

And I swear he notices every bit of it—the way his nostrils keep flaring, as if he can sense my need from across the room. "Hey! Are you lost?" "No... no," I rasp, snatching the dildo, my fingers trembling as I rip it free from the transparent plastic wrap… HOW IT STARTED The rain pounded on the roof of Mag's black Mercedes-Benz Maybach, like a thousand tiny fists trying to get in. I sank into the soft leather seat, my fingers clutching my silk dress. Next to me, Mag sat perfectly still, her eyes glued to her phone as we waited for Murphy to call and for the rain to stop, or at least ease up a little.

"That's Galan's." Unlike the straight-from-the-book-looking mansion of Laszlo, Galan's looks like a model house of a modern mansion. Almost everything can be seen from here and the theme is black. His fence was also black but lower compared to Laszlo's nearly two-story gate. He turned the dog around again in the opposite direction we were now facing, the south side. A huge farmhouse greeted me. The one I mostly saw in American movies. It was white and to my aunt it was three stories or more. Unlike the previous two, it had no yard but a clean garden in front.

Charlotte Hayes’ POV That night was scorching. I awoke the next morning to the sound of people mumbling outside the room. I discovered myself naked on a soft, white queen-sized bed. "Is this his room? " I asked, rubbing my swollen eyes from crying the night before. His room is minimalist, but it exudes a luxurious vibe; one that only the wealthy have. A massive chandelier illuminated the entire room. The floor was smooth marble, and the walls were covered in professional paintings. Not to mention that there were clothes all over the magnificent floor as a result of what happened the day before. "His house is quite large... like a mansion." I got up, covering my body with the sheets, and bega

I tilt my head to the side as I wonder what that belonged to. Magnolia is the first to come into the room and she says, “That’s a story for another day. Phoenix wouldn’t have told you to come in here, but he thought the matter was urgent and private and this room is fully sound proofed.” Phillip walks in behind her and looks around and says, “I don’t know how the rest of you can stand to be in here after what happened.” Magnolia shrugs her shoulders like it didn’t matter, but I notice the vacancy in her eyes. Something is obviously haunting her.

Soon after he left the room, Aali came running in with a water tub, she was smiling when she came in, but as soon as she saw me holding a candle lamp in my hand her colors faded away. "I won't do anything to you Aali, come in" I assured her and she helped me getting freshen up, There was a knock at the door and I gave a sign for Aali to open the door for me, she went to see, "My lady, it's a maid from Magnolia palace," now what the hell is that place, "Who... Aali what did she wants?" I asked out as I don't remember a place like this in the novel I read,

she said, I could see that she was struggling not to cry. “ Me too, the hospital reminds me of my..mo.. m's death” The word mom felt so strange to me. “ I see her whenever I come to the hospital and it always gives me a panic attack, for the fear of her coming back or the fear of what she has said to me coming to reality ” I said, I had never been this vulnerable to anyone apart from Scarlet and I hated being vulnerable, I just wanted this to end, talking about Mrs. Blackhood, sent chills to my body and the fact that I had somehow caused her death made it all worse, speaking of death, I see could not wrap my hand on what Arabella was trying to do when I walked entered her father's room.

Zayn let out a low chuckled, "Don't worry Araceli, We'll be there with minutes to spare, just enough to keep them on their toes." Miguel chuckled, his amusement tinged with respect. "Mr. Vanderbilt always gets his way, doesn't he?" Zayn raised a nonchalant eyebrow. "Just prefer to keep things interesting, Miguel." I couldn't help but steal a glance at Zayn. There was a magnetism to him, an aura of power that belied his relaxed posture. He was a lion in a tailored suit, surveying his territory. The large doors of the "Finnmam's Enterprises" boadroom was swung open, revealing a room that spoke volumes about its owner's wealth. A large window showcased the Miami skyline, the room had exquisite

She has been nothing but kind to me since we first met. The Martinez mansion is unlike anything I've seen. It is a stately mansion that exudes elegance and charm. There are gorgeous marble towers along the way and a fountain right in front of the mansion. It is surrounded by a beautiful garden of flowers that make the heart sing. When we step out of the car, it takes all of my willpower not to gawk. Inside the living room is a crackling fireplace that screams elegance. The walls are adorned with family portraits and obviously expensive paintings.

"Please, just leave us alone." The man dragged Miranda away from Bella, pulling her towards the door. Miranda's feet scraped against the floor, as she tried to dig in her heels, but the man was too strong. She was pulled out of the apartment and into the hallway, where she saw more men, all masked and armed. They moved swiftly, pulling her down the stairs, and out into the night.