Wang Manor Novels & Stories

Langley Manor, once the estate of a declining noble family in a remote part of the capital, boasts a broad courtyard planted with clusters of green bamboo and a garden full of blooming flowers. The black-tiled, white-walled manor, with its verdant bamboo and floral splendor, exudes a refined elegance. The Langley couple purchased this manor after making their fortune in early business ventures. Amidst the jade-like bamboo, a graceful figure sat in the garden pavilion, savoring her tea with elegance. Sensing something, she slowly set down her teacup and turned around.

I don’t know why they still try. We pull up to the entrance to Westfield Manor. My grandmother had it designed like the old Engilish houses in her favorite books. This was always her hideaway from the world, a place she could let her hair down and not have to be ‘on.’ The staff have all been vetted, many of them former military, cops and other government agency officials. There are no substitutes. Several live on the property and they all have a very strict NDA in place and paid very well for their loyalty and silence. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

Aiden nodded to them formally, she saw he was carrying a large orange envelope in his hand but she didn't know what it was, they turned and walked to the tall door and rang the bell. A maid came to open the door and quietly greeted them. The wide hallways made Vivian's eyes widen. She felt completely lost like she was lost in another world. The yellow light bulb resembles the sun's rays outside. The marble walls and floors were waxed and polished, so clean she could see her reflection in them. Every empty room she passed was spacious, with high ceilings, and carefully cleaned, high-quality furniture. This manor was huge, built from first-grade materials, and even larger than Jaime's house. T

Manik signalled her something by raising his eyebrow upward and she followed it only to get exuberant. "Seriously Manik?" he nodded. "Thank you" she ran upto him nd pecked his lips out of excitement. Her eyes were glittering by seeing the "MANAN MANSION" in bold letters etched on front wall of mansion. The mansion was spacious yet homely smaller than Malhotra Mansion and totally different from it, built in new infrastructure. He didn't want to have Karan's memories which will haunt him because of memories related to similarities. "U have much more to see ..... Come in" he dragged her inside the house.

Aaron The Uber slowed to a stop, and for a full five seconds, I forgot how to breathe. There it was— Z Mansion. Towering. Extravagant. Beautiful in a way that felt impossible. It rose from the ground like a dark crystal palace, all sharp lines, tall glass panels, and glowing gold lights running along the edges like veins of wealth. Nothing about it said “home.” Everything about it said power. The gates opened before I even stepped out of the car. Silent. Smooth. Almost… welcoming.

She said getting off the bed. "What? You are leaving?; It's 10:07 pm" The woman told her checking the time and she was right. It's 10:07. "I can't stay here and I'll be fine, What is this place called?" Elsa asked. "Mid steak of San Francisco" The woman said. "Mid steak?! That way far from my house and I'll have to take a cab home." Elsa sighed. "What's the master's name and where is he? I need to thank him" Elsa asked again.

--- By nine forty-five the family was assembled in the sitting room in various states of readiness and anticipation. Omachi had decided that the occasion required her best dress, which was a yellow thing with small flowers that she had received as a gift from Mama Emeka and which she wore with the solemnity of someone attending a state function. She had also decided that the rabbit was coming, and this was not a negotiable position.

But she also strangely felt giddy at the thought of meeting him again. “You’ll be the first to know,” the Evander replied. >>> “Here’s where Evander’s spies last heard of a guy holding two cases.” Damon laid out blueprints and photographs of the Golden Garden Restaurant. “It’s in Chinatown, not too far from here.” Thane took the pictures and studied them one by one, memorizing every crook and cranny of the building. He sat straighter when he asked, “By the way, how’s Rein?” Damon smiled at the thought of Rein blushing furiously if he told her that her beloved captain asked for her. “She’s getting better. Rapidly, if I might add. I had to make sure she really was sleeping when I left because

That evening, I stood outside Veronica Vanderhorn’s door with her dinner on a silver tray. I paused for a few seconds, taking a deep breath. Walking on eggshells around the young miss was nothing new, but ever since her father—the master of the estate—had confined her to the east tower for a failed investment, her moods had become a storm. The last maid, Mary, had already quit, supposedly unable to handle her temper. I knocked lightly. "Miss, your dinner."

Later that afternoon, Wilbur drove himself and Tina to Pilsey following the address Madam Marie had given them to her family manor. The Jonan Manor looked enormous from the outside, but it was overgrown with weeds that clearly implied a lack of maintenance. Marie's father, Albus Jonan's sickness had been a great worry of the entire family and cost too much money for Marie to be able to afford gardeners to maintain the manor. Madam Marie was already waiting for Wilbur and Tina at the door with her butler Harold in tow when they arrived. She gave Wilbur a big hug, tearfully inviting the two of them inside.