Wakefield Manor Novels & Stories

Coming out of the appraisal center, Thea looked at the gloomy sky and suddenly had an idea. She changed her direction and headed towards the Miller Manor. The Miller Manor was filled with sorrow and mourning everywhere due to Mark's departure. White wreaths were placed by the roadside, and everywhere was desolate except for a few busy servants bustling back and forth. Thea stopped a maid and asked, "Where is Mark's wake located?" The maid timidly reported, "Uma and Sir Miller originally intended to set up the memorial hall in the living room, but Lady Miller absolutely refused to allow them to do so. Sir Miller had no choice but to compromise and place the memorial altar in the backyard."

The thought that I was even a little bit responsible to take the darkness away from him pleased me. The car maneuvered near a four-story mansion, the letters 'W' marked on either sides of the gates. He parked the car near a row of other cars and we started walking into the mansion. The courtyard was beautiful, freshly mowed and some areas covered in flowerbeds. A man of average height, bushy mustache, and friendly gray eyes welcomed us. Jack tossed the keys of his car towards the man who caught it in mid-air. It gave me the impression that the two did this often. "How's it going, Lynn?"

He grabbed the brush. "I'm scrubbing," he gasped, tears dripping into the bucket of dirty water. "I'm scrubbing." He bowed his head, erasing the scuff marks on the floor, while outside the walls, the woman he had thrown away was rewriting the world. The Willow Creek Estate. North of Neo-Veridia. The sunlight here was different. It felt cleaner. Vespera walked through the tall grass of the overgrown garden. The estate was old—a sprawling Victorian manor that had sat empty for twenty years. The paint was peeling, the roof needed repairs, and the ivy had swallowed the east wing.

“Sorry for calling you this late, but we had to set aside the project since Bill is still unconscious.” My world suddenly spun around me. “W-what? I thought—” “He’s OD with an energy drink, sir.” *** The Thirty-five rooms Kentworthry Manor stood on the ground for over a century still looked prestigious with its Shakespearean architectural design from granite blocks. “Welcome back! How’s your flight?” Mama met me at the door. “Terribly long, but it’s worth it now that I am here. I missed you, Mama.” I pulled her into a hug.

Adam says, "I know. I'm sorry." "Y-You can't just do that." "It's gone. It ran far north. Rogues don't come around here. There hasn't been one near Waindale in years. Most know that there's a pack based here, so they stay away. But this one was right outside the house, too close to be oblivious."

That coffee might have been a little too much. I stopped at the gates and rolled my window down to speak with the guards. I gave them my name and who I was meeting with today. They nodded their heads and opened the gates for me. I drove onto the territory and down the path to the packhouse. It had been a few years since I was here but we did a lot of business comparisons with them. I reached the packhouse and parked in front. The large two-story graystone manor was beautiful and spoke volumes of how wealthy this pack was. We were getting close to this type of wealth thanks to Briar and Aunt Cat, but money wasn’t everything in life.

Wayfair Mountain Entertainment integrated dining, entertainment, and accommodation in one building. It was a huge manor located on the hillside on Mayberry Commercial Street. Gerald raised his head before walking into the manor… “Sir, please wait!” Gerald was unexpectedly stopped by a few beautiful ladies as soon as he entered the manor. “Sir, did you reserve a place here today?” one of the girls quickly asked as she looked at Gerald. These girls were responsible for all the reception work at the front hall and they were already used to receiving many VIP guests.

The Nickel Manor is the irony of its name. It is ostentatious to a point of intimidation. A multi-million mansion sleeping on a large estate. Plain murky brown coloured bricks pride it, with a grandiose circular driveway and ornate fountain at the centre. It has immaculate Italianate garden with orchards, arboretum and well-trimmed walled vegetable gardens.

Downstairs, Gracie smiled to herself and texted an unknown number. “ i am preparing for your return “ This wasn’t a bet. It was a trap. Wendy was in her room trying to call Damon who wasn’t picking and Mr Wolfe ? He sat quietly in his fireplace,he was calculating a plan that favour’s his grandson. Things were brewing in the Wolfe Mansion , Things that nobody outside their walls knew about.

After seeing the older man nod a yes, he went to proceed to Aurora’s quarters. Jared’s manor in Massachusetts is also situated in Wellesley along Pond Road and is a Georgian Colonial mansion with 8 bedrooms built at the center of 9.6 acres of land, which is also just a 10-minute drive to the Cunard’s. He bought the house as it is only a 20-minute drive to downtown district of Boston where his offices are located when he was appointed VP for Rickford Hotels after finishing his four-year tour with the Marines. He knew his trust fund was already activated when he turned 21 but also knew that his fund only came from the inheritance from his late mother and grand parents. His father on the other