Unscramble Mansion Novels & Stories

Lucy imagined that she would see when she came to see a mansion belonging to a billionaire. She was wrong. The black Rolls Royce rolls through the two tall wrought iron gates and then comes to a halt along a swagged driveway bordered by perfectly trimmed hedges, marble fountains and flowers in white roses. This mansion which suddenly sprang up before their eyes was not a mansion at all but more like a palace. Lucy looked out of the window, she didn't say anything. Where is this... this is your place?

I only did it to bring down the Kensington family faster. They took advantage of me, tortured me, and humiliated me. I was not that kind of forgiving person. I was going to take my revenge. I was not going to let them bully me and let them walk away. Still, the arrangements that the Jet Group made for me were amazing. The only downside was that the mansion was too big. Living here alone felt rather empty.

“Well one we actually aren't that far out of the city only about two hours. We have grocery stores. Some of the families farm. But never you mind. If the alpha lets you join then you will find out everything that you need to know.” The road curves into a wide cul-de-sac, and at the center of it sits what can only be described as a mansion. My breath catches. It’s red brick, tall and seamless, three full stories high with a steep gabled roof that suggests there’s an attic tucked above everything else. The windows are wide and spotless, framed in thick, white trim. The front door is black and solid, inset with stained glass in deep blues and golds that shimmer even in the morning haze.

“And your time is up.” The amber pendant rested broken in my lap. And I remembered something—his voice, once, telling me about *his* home. The real one. The mansion. **"It’s far from the city,"** he had said. **"Covered in snow, steel gates, stone walls. Guarded at all times. Highest security. No one gets in or out without my word."** That memory twisted inside me like a blade. That mansion wasn't just a home. It was a fortress.

I asked. “Our house, Luisa. Our house.” He said emphasizing on the word, ‘our. It wasn’t the first time he had tried correcting me, but I kept making the same mistake every time, still not used to thinking the mansion belonged to me in any way. “Okay. Our mansion. What are you doing sneaking into our mansion?”

Chapter 25 It's a personal mansion,no one knows about it, it's been there for months with workers and maid doing their daily chorus yet no one knows who the house master is. Just yesterday they get to see who the boss is,the house master is home and they are all trying to be well reserved before who ever it is. Outside the Mansion mansion is painted white with cars of different model packed outside,it's obvious that it's never been use since it bee brought definitely the master is yet to come.

Martha said from the kitchen, probably allowing the casserole to stew in the oven. “That’s good. I saw it while I was running and I knew it was a good idea to hunt it and bring it home,” I called out from the living room, with a power drill in my hand. The mansion was quite modern, but because it had been abandoned for a long time, there was some damage in some parts of the house. Like the frame of the windows in the living room, the broken cracks in the attic upstairs, some leakages in the other rooms and even the garage needs some spiffing up.

Ander quickly got down and ran his eyes quickly on the mansion. The mansion was made of mirrors. The wall consisted of mirrors. He could hardly differentiate the window from the walls. There were beautiful Rose flowers around the mansion. The rosebud was so beautiful that he could make a bed out of it. It was more than a masterpiece and that's the most fascinating thing about the mansion. He looked around and found a car park by the far end of the mansion. The man that brought him did not park in the car park.

I couldn't blame him – the atmosphere was heavy with an unspoken history, and the mansion seemed to hold its secrets close. The creaking door echoed through the desolate mansion as I shattered the lock with a swift kick. The hollow sound reverberated in the dimly lit hallway, a stark contrast to the eerie silence that enveloped the abandoned-looking estate. Grinjo followed suit, his agile form slipping through the broken doorway with practiced ease. Outside, Aiden and Gabriel stood vigilant, their eyes scanning the surroundings as watchdogs.

“Years of scouts and orienteering—plus a flaming angel sword? Yeah, I’m sure.” He pointed to the weather vane atop the mansion’s spire. Despite the unnatural wind, the metal pointer spun into place—true north aligning with the same direction as the sword’s light. Faith rolled her eyes and smirked. “God, you’re such an ass sometimes.” “What? I’m helping!” Trish ignored their banter and focused on the structure ahead. Her eyes narrowed. “This mansion… it’s not built like a normal house. Look.” She pointed to the building’s layout—each corner of the mansion extended outward like the points of a compass.