The Mansion Banquet Hall Novels & Stories

Luciano looked around before taking his hand from mine and placing it on my lower back to guide me forward. The mansion was enormous, with crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. Music from the live band filled the air, adding to the dark and toxic vibe surrounding everyone there. I didn’t need anyone to tell me that the people in this hall were dangerous; they weren’t just ordinary guests, and this party wasn’t just an ordinary gathering. I couldn’t help but look around. The mansion was big, but there were only a few people, which meant this was strictly by invitation. Speaking of an invitation, I never saw Luciano hand one to the person at the gate.

I had them built shortly after I took over as Alpha; the original pack house was refurbished and extended and an identical one was built next to it with a huge dining hall that joined the two houses. “The mansion to the left had one hundred and fifty rooms, of which ninety are available for the pack to occupy on the second and third floors. The one on the right has two hundred rooms, of which four are available. There are people waiting inside to guide you so; pick a room and get settled, dinner is served at 6pm sharp in the large dining hall that extends between the two houses, if you are late it’s your own loss. There will be a meeting in the backyard at 8pm and I expect everyone present.

Seeing that it was still early, Reese was sure that he had not arrived yet. Gradually, the guests all entered in the hall. The entire banquet hall was very elegant. On the carved pillars and columns, there was a huge circular crystal lamp that hung from the ceiling to the ground. There were paintings all around, and there was also a circular ivory staircase leading to the small banquet hall and resting room on the second floor. Reese and Makenzie arrived at the cafeteria. The atmosphere was graceful, and the delicate dishes were something that could only be enjoyed on high grade restaurants normally.

“That is the most important part. I could never forget that Alpha-mine.” “Better not, or I’ll just have to keep you locked in the bedroom until you remember,” I teased. “Oh, well in that case; who are you again?” she teased right back. “We’d better go, otherwise I will be locking the door.” She nodded and we left the sanctity of our private bubble. The rest of the house was quiet; everyone had already left for the banquet hall. Banquet hall was more of a subjective term. The building was more like the size of a small city, but we are able to cram everyone in for all-hands events.

I followed him into the mansion, trying not to stare at everything—dark marble floors, golden pillars, glass stairs, a chandelier that probably cost more than my entire life. Slate didn’t look back as he walked. “Z has instructed that your duties be explained immediately.” My heart hammered. “Duties?” “Yes.” We turned into a long hallway lit by warm amber lighting. “You will clean. Wash. Organize. Ensure every corner of this mansion is kept to Z’s standard.” “What standard is that?” I asked carefully. Slate didn’t pause. “Perfection. No excuses.” I swallowed. “And cooking,” he continued. “Simple meals unless instructed otherwise. You will be given menus and schedules.”

The marble-furnished floor while lightened with colossal chandeliers only in the hallway felt like a dreamy movie set, leaving me at a loss for words as I stood still, admiring such a beautiful place. The walls had huge vintage art and some looked too expensive just from a single glance, as I couldn’t gather my courage to touch them. While going downstairs, I felt like it would be more suited to call that place a royal castle, where Zeus would’ve lived up to his nickname on the campus, ‘Dark Prince Of Bordwell’. Walking quite up to a distance, I finally managed to reach the dining hall room of the mansion, as I feared I might’ve gotten lost in this huge place. The wooden dining table was hug

Anton is whipping up pistachio mousse for dessert. “Uh, sure,” I say, drying my hands on the towel that’s slung over my shoulder. John nods at me, indicating that he can handle the sauce. Across the kitchen, Chloe winks slyly. I pretend not to see her as I follow Edgar out of the kitchen. “Ah! Abby,” Damon says as I enter the enormous banquet hall. He’s standing in the center of the room while various servants put together lavish decorations—everything from pristine white tablecloths to ice sculptures.

His mansion spoke volumes of a modernized ancient edifice, surrounded by tall statues of people who seemed to be the line of his forebrothers. “Come on.” Max extended his hand and gently pulled me out of the car. Then he held onto my hand, and we gently walked into the banquet hall, drawing the attention of some of the guests in fancy suits and ball gowns. The chandeliers hanging above us at different angles reflected glittering rays to the glasses of wine some of the guests had in their hands. I could hear the sound of a soft violin performance from a corner of the hall. “Smile,” Max ordered without opening his mouth, while he waved at some of the guests who greeted us from a distance, admi

I have eggs benedict with some juice and fruits then after taking medicine we go on a tour of the mansion. There are more than thirty rooms in this mansion and more than half of them have an ensuite bathroom. The ground floor of the east side of the building has a kitchen. The ballroom is on the second floor above it. As only a few of the rooms are renovated, Richard and Heather's only close friends and families are coming. We take a tour of the gym and garage after that then go to see the conservatory. It has every type of flower in it along with every facility. After lunch and a short nap, Ryan asks me to wear a swimsuit. I wear a halter neck one piece navy blue bikini and come out of the

I just had to keep my composure until then and play along if I didn’t want to get hurt. The man who had escorted us from the van led us through the mansion and into a grand hall. The ceilings were at least 30 feet tall, and the columns holding them up were made of marble embellished with gold leaf. The ceiling was painted with images of wolves in the midst of a hunt, giving their prey to the Moon Goddess in the center. Between the females that had been in my van and ones in the other van, there were about thirty of us gathered. Some I’d seen before but couldn’t name smiled and giggled as they fixed their hair.