Unscramble Mansion Novels & Stories

“Miss Jas, all of this is yours. You must be very special. The boss got this place recently, and it all happened really fast, “he said as he took his leave. I smiled back, watching him leave. I whooped. I finally had a place. It’s very awesome. I feel like I’m filthy rich, seeing how everything looks. The mansion stood tall and proud, its stone walls gleaming in the sunlight. The windows were tall and arched, casting rainbows of light across the floor as the sun shone through them. The rooms were spacious and airy, with high ceilings and ornate moldings. The furniture was elegant and tasteful, arranged to perfection. Outside, the gardens were immaculately kept, with hedges trimmed to perfect

Later That Day. She noticed that they didn’t drive to Sophia's mansion but Edgardo’s aunt's place. Mirabelle renovated her mansion, it looked bigger, maybe it's because they haven't visited her in months. From the outside this mansion looks massive, warm and elegant. It has been built with expensive blue stones and has blue stone decorations, blue that's Mirabelle’s favourite colour, last time it was white. Tall, rectangular windows add to the overall style of the mansion and have been added to the mansion in a fairly symmetrical pattern.

(cough, cough, us)* Moss hangs from their limbs like tattered curtains, and the leaves rustle in the wind like whispers from another time. Finally, as we come out of the dark forest, looming at the end of the path, is the mansion itself. Made of what looks like black tar, it is massive, with towering spires and windows that seem to flicker with an eerie light. Ivy crawls up the walls, weaving its way around the stone like it's trying to reclaim the building for nature. Despite its grandeur, there's something undeniably spooky about it, like it's hiding secrets just waiting to be uncovered. “Quick question,” I ask as he pulls up to the front of the mansion. “Why do witches have to be so… cree

While me on the other hand locked myself in darkness that ended up in evil. Maybe I was like that, not to build my confidence that I can win against my grandfather. I did that evilness to hide my pain. And now that Farris is here I know that he will stay here with me no matter what. We went inside after we watched the sunset together. Until now I am still amaze by the interior design of this mansion. The mansion is built near the shore and you won't believe how huge it is. It has a fourteen rooms in the second floor and the first floor has it all. Library, living room, dining area, kitchen, maids quarter and office. This mansion can be a hotel or something. You know if this island would be d

I broke off, my breath catching in my throat as my eyes wandered to the building in front of me. The first thing that caught my sight was the glow. Yes, the mansion was glowing in the early-June afternoon sunlight. In front of me stood a three-storeyed mansion with several columns holding up the upper frames with two smaller pillars supporting the roof. Its façade was made of some sort of combination of white marble and grey stone. It looked bigger than that of the one I saw during the engagement party and it wouldn't have surprised me if it was as empty as my wardrobe back at Kate's apartment. There were low steps made of what I guessed as marble leading to the entrance of the mansion surro

Gary shouted at me. I nodded in response as I walked out of the car myself. The mansion was a two-story building painted white. The top floor was all glass, while the ground floor was painted white. At the center of both feet was the name "Kings." "Where is this place?" I asked Gary.

I grinned back, knowing that my expression mirrored his. The house in front of us was huge. No, I corrected myself, house isn't the right word. Mansion is closer. Even the word mansion still felt too small for the building in front of us. The entrance was immense and imposing with clean lines and a modern feel. Glass and soft white stone gleamed in the setting sun, promising a wealth of treasure past the huge wooden doors.

But the further they drove, the more it felt like those names were slipping out of reach. --- The Mansion The car finally slowed, turning past tall iron gates. Hazel sat up straighter, her breath caught in her chest. The mansion rose before her like something out of a dream or a nightmare. The walls were high, painted in pristine white that glowed under the moonlight. Columns stretched skyward, windows gleamed with golden light, and a sprawling garden surrounded it all. The driveway was smooth stone, not dirt. Fountains sparkled at the entrance. It was too big. Too polished. Too perfect.

The thunderclap jolts me awake, my heart pounding in my chest. Cold night air rushes in, and only then do I realize. I left the window open. My eyes scan the room, searching for my uncle, but he is nowhere to be found. Staggering, I move toward the window, trying to piece together my fragmented thoughts. But something is wrong. Terribly wrong. My uncle’s mansion is gone. In its place, stark white walls surround me, illuminated by a harsh, artificial light. The sharp scent of antiseptic hits me before my gaze drops—and the truth crashes down like a tidal wave.

The once quite mansion whirled to life. Cominghe mansion stirred to life with whispered plans and hasty preparations. Staff scurried from room to room, carrying gold-draped linens, crystal chandeliers, and trays of rare exotic wines. The whole mansion was being torn down and repaired at the same time. the tension in the air was thick that could be cut with knife.