Wang Manor Novels & Stories

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.

There were three large warehouses at the back and a huge open space with lots of containers that had not yet been modified. The man was stunned for a while when she entered the office. "Cough, Cough." She was a little uncomfortable being stared at. He snaps out, recollects himself. While smiling, "I'm Danny, how may I help you?" "Hello, I have an appointment today." "Are you Miss Wang?" "Yes." She didn't use her proper name for security reasons. "Yes, Ms. Wang, I will accompany you to see the model houses."

In the bedroom, the woman quietly sitting in front of the window, looking at the window that has been installed security window, through the glass, looking at the sky, heard the man's voice, head did not look back faintly back. "by you." The man's magnetic deep voice, faintly expressionless said. The woman with her back to him, the corner of her lips outlined a trace of mockery: "Since it's not up to me, why would Mr. Shen bother to inform me?" Just like him, after that day, he imprisoned her in this manor, unable to get out, he was like a canary being locked up. Every window in the manor, the next day, installed a security window ...... security window, to prevent who?

"No thanks on the karaoke part. I think I'm okay with us giving Nadia a visit." Jin chuckled amusingly before speaking. "Your wish is my command, oh great Dual-wolf." I giggled again as he drove faster. It took a while, but we eventually got to the south side of the city. After asking for directions, it was quite easy to find Blackwood Manor. Jin pulled to a stop in front of the large metal gate which was painted black. Beyond the gates was a manor with moss-covered grey walls that stood as a testament to the passing of time. The place looked abandoned, but I knew better.

The wrought-iron gates of Blackwood Manor groaned as they parted, admitting Vivian’s sleek rental car into the dark, mist-shrouded estate. Nestled deep within the rugged cliffs of the Pacific Northwest, the manor was a monolithic structure of black granite and glass, overlooking a churning, violent sea.

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.

I feel like a million bucks. Mrs. Reynolds meets me at the front of the building right away. The building is on the upper east side of Manhattan near Micah’s place. It’s an old high-rise with a very well-maintained red brick façade. Definitely, a multi-million-dollar investment. I shake Mrs. Reynolds's hand, giving her a polite smile. Ms. Reynolds is an attractive woman with short blond hair and cornflower blue eyes. I would say she’s in her early thirties and in good shape. She’s wearing a stylish paisley top with dark gray slacks and black pumps. Something that niggles at me, though, is the way she runs her eyes over me in a measuring manner. Once she’s done inspecting me, she gives me a c

Mango disliked this woman from the bottom of her heart but nevertheless stayed calm and collected. "I'm the manager here and my name is Emberly Wang. What's your name, ma'am? Would you like to spend a night at our hotel? We have only two presidential suites left, so should I book them for you now? We'll need to hurry up if you're interested as the rooms might become reserved in no time." Mango's brows furrowed at Emberly's words. She was Emberly Wang? This was the person who had a relationship with Walter? She was the person who tried to murder Anaya?

Eric guffawed. His face was filled with contempt. He pointed at Philip and said, “F*ck me! What did you say, Philip? You’re taking Wynn there? How are you going to take her there? You’re just a piece of trash! “Do you know what kind of place Cirrus Manor is? It’s the most mysterious manor in Riverdale! It cost the owners one billion to build! “Are you saying that you’re qualified to be invited to the party?”