Wang Manor Novels & Stories

Juan replied, “They found out that you guys are coming over long ago. So, the two of them have to arrange many things in advance over at Regal Palace’s branch in Thailand. They should be almost done by now. They will join us later. “Boss, I have specially arranged a dinner party to receive you guys tonight. Let’s go to the manor first and rest for a while. We will leave for the party later when Iron Mask and Don Quijote come over.” “Sure.” The group got into the car and drove in the direction of the manor. The mega manor was located in the northern district of Bangkok. It occupied a massive area, and the splendid decoration within the building was absolutely incomparable with the manor in Ce

The Manchester’s mansion at Mission Hills was seen from a pretty good distance. It was built In the early 18s by sir Phillip Manchester and passed down from generations to generations till it got to Mr. Maxwell Manchester who in turn plans to carryout the tradition by passing it to his 29 year old son, Fred Manchester. “Excellent,” a lady remarked loudly, she was shouting on top of her voice and was not listening to anything the guardsmen were saying. “Listen Ma'am Mr. Manchester never confirmed you as the new wedding planner.”

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.

The one and only Richards family manor in A City was ablaze with lights. The Richards Manor was an opulent symbol of power and status in A city. The overall color scheme consisted of yellow and oranges, and it was built with white marble bricks imported from Italy. The words "Richards Manor" were engraved in pure and blindingly bright 24k gold. Every single inch of this grand townhouse was made from material imported from all over the world, which were made into the most stylish and ingenious top-class designs, generously showcasing the wealth and influence of the Richards Group.

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