Wang Manor Novels & Stories

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.

Rubbing his jaw, he picked himself up and prayed that the lady wouldn't be found, unlike last time. - - - The maze seemed endless and every turn she took, it was one dead end after another. It was getting irritating. Why would Emile even point her here? Every twist and turn seemed all the same to her, but one right turn finally got her someplace, a small fountain in the middle of the maze. The statue resembled a weeping angel with wings that were cut off, its feet shackled. She couldn't help but remember her own situation: she too was shackled in this hell house. Approaching the statue, she saw another one of those cards from earlier. This one depicted a skeleton hanging upside down, and it

"I want to show you something." The drive through the city was quiet, tension humming between us like a live wire. When we finally pulled up to ornate iron gates, I felt my breath catch. "Rosevale Manor," Luxian announced as the gates swung open. "The most exclusive venue in the region." The manor was stunning—white stone walls covered in ivy, tall windows that caught the morning light like diamonds. It looked like something from a fairy tale, the kind of place where princesses got married.

] [Wilbur, I’ll pay you a silent tribute! While standing in a luxurious room of a huge building, the man called ‘Young Master Wayne’ initially held a glass of red wine in his hand and watched Homan Tower across the street. But when he saw Shirley making such a comment, he instantly felt as though thorns were pricking his back, and the wine was no longer fragrant. Soon, a phone call came in.