Wang Manor Novels & Stories

One of Nigel’s friends lives on the Wentworth estate. We pass the estate and keep on the main road until there is a sign for Windlesham. Less than a mile later we turn off into a tree-lined road. There are large houses on either side of it. The road takes another turn and we come upon two large stone pillars with lions on the top. The name of the house is craved into stone. I take my cellphone out and text Rosa. Knightsbrook Manor, Windlesham R osa’s reply is instant: Jesus, I know that place. It’s a fucking palace.

Mansterville Part 1 ~Waverly~ It was around the end of October when the convoy of moving trucks rolled up in front of the gated old mansion that sat just across the road from us. I had heard them coming down the private drive, gears grinding & shifting. I was actually very impressed they had managed to maneuver the huge 18 wheelers down the winding narrowed pig trail. I stopped halfway up the stairs rushing back down to the sitting room as fast as I could.

They swung open with a slow, mechanical sigh. “We are approaching the main residence, Mrs. Conti,” Marcus informed me, his voice a low hum. The Manor wasn't a house; it was a structure of cold glass, sprawling across the hillside, looking more like a private museum or an embassy than a home. It was breathtakingly beautiful, but in the way a glacier is beautiful, remote, perfect, and terrifyingly cold. “It’s… quite large,” I managed to utter. “The main house has ninety-two rooms,” Marcus supplied, clearly used to awe-struck passengers. Ninety-two rooms. Leo and I had lived in four.

" Mr Wang. ... can I see your boss . Only me and him . " " What is it madam ?" Mr Wang ask . " It's a secret and it's very expensive ." An Ruo said slowly . " What is it madam ?" A young man maybe in his sixteen or seventeen walk in . " I want to talk to you alone and maybe your most trusted man ." An Ruo question quickly said. " Everyone go out . It's fine ." The young man said . An Ruo watch everyone walks out and the two men who guards the door .

“Didn’t you say you’re living alone at the Manor?” “Yeah, well, not quite. Remember your first visit? The apparition upstairs?” “Oh, yeah, in the master bedroom.” “Well, that was Ann Marie, wife of Joseph Blotter, the man who built the Manor back in 1870.” “And how could you possibly know who I saw?”

“You’re nervous, and it's getting to me. He snatched my hands and placed them on his chest. His heart was beating like a drum, the same way mine was beating. Then he repeated the same action with me. I gave a nervous laugh. “It's nothing, I'm just nervous, it's been a while since I stepped out,” I said, trying to cover up. I moved close to the window and began to look around. It was a huge private estate with a sign that read “Blackwood Manor”, Westchester County. It was a lone mansion situated in the hills and surrounded by an array of forest stretching forever.

Roman had insisted on the surprise, guiding her by the waist. "Patience, baby. Just a few more steps." He finally reached around and untied the silk. Willow blinked, her eyes adjusting to the brilliant daylight. Her jaw dropped. Standing before them was the magnificent stone manor they had visited briefly weeks ago—the one they had seen right before the accident. The house Roman had claimed he bought for his "future." In the sunlight, the black stone and white marble were breathtaking. The wild gardens were now blooming with vibrant roses, and the grass was a perfect, lush emerald.

I said with an eye roll. He leaned forward as the officiant declared ‘sold’. “When my wife wants it, she's getting it” I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Just consider it charity funds” he said with a smile. The last item for the night was a mansion at Staten Island going for 150 million dollars. A 12 acres mansion with vast green manicured lawn, European style mansion powered by modern tech. It is built on the hill’s slope, and it offers panoramic views of the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge, Manhattan’s skyline, and the Atlantic horizon.

The uncle with blond hair and blue eyes who cleans the snow in the yard saw the car entering, stood aside, and said with a smile, "Gruezi." Extra enthusiastic, full of vitality. Ade also returned a German greeting to him. And he turned his head and thoughtfully introduced to Kimberly, "Madam, in addition to Hans and Moyna taking care of Mr. Garcia's daily life, no one else lives here at the Wengluoni mansion. It's hushed." As he spoke, the car stopped steadily, and the two went up the steps and entered the mansion. An Asian-faced woman in her forties or fifties stood at the door and smiled at her, "Madam."

We were in Shorecrest. Giant green 50s light posts came into view and kept cascading down a long drive was that led us to giant black gates of one of the most exclusive properties in all of Metro Heights – Wu Manor. A giant mansion, among three, that sat on top of the highest points in Shorecrest, where lavish parties for diplomats, royals and only 2 percent of the socialite group of Metro Heights was invited and only 0.05 percent of colleagues, partners and “others” were lucky to be invited and tonight I was one of them. Here only the rich of the rich rub elbows, and those who wanted to talk to the rich could potentially look at those elbows. This was my time. This city is cut throat and m