Wang Manor Novels & Stories

The white walls displayed how the owner of this house could enjoy himself. Not long after, Adeline heard the door of the room being pushed open. He saw a woman dressed in a maid's outfit enter with food. "Miss, you're awake." When the woman saw that she had woken up, she greeted her respectfully. "Who are you? Where are you?" "This is Bai Mansion. My surname is Wang. You can call me Mrs. Wang." As she spoke, Mrs. Wang took a small bowl and began to dig up the porridge.

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.

Once out in the hallway, Blakeney said, “I thought we could talk for a bit and then have lunch together. You okay with that?” James nodded. “Sure, it sounds fine, sir.” “Okay. We’ll be having lunch sent over to my house, Washington Manor.” “Washington Manor?” “Oh, pardon me. It’s the largest house in the staff living area, reserved for the director if they choose to use it,” Blakeney explained. “The reason it’s named for the Washington family is because they donated much of the land the Academy stands on. It’s a really nice house. Much too big for just me, actually.”

So, the untouchable high-society queen actually knew how to feel embarrassed! The Quiet Manor Meanwhile, over at the Grayson Mansion, Lin de Wu had paid another visit. The absolute happiest person in the estate was young Liam Jr.. Sissy, always following her brother's lead, also loved hanging around them, completely enchanted whenever Lin de Wu played the piano or sang songs for them. As for Old Mrs. Grayson, she had already packed her belongings and relocated back to the family's ancestral estate.

Her expression was serious and stern. I was confused. Shopping online? “I want to stay at the Adolphus Manor, and I am trying to book a spot ahead of time, but it seems there is something wrong with my internet connection or something.” Isabella may have rejected me, but in the few hours we had spent together, she seemed to know a lot more about electronics than I did. She did most of the work for booking us an Airbnb and everything else. Even taught me the basics that I know now. “Adolphus Manor is said to host werewolves during the days leading to and on the full moon.” The old woman, Beth, blurted out, catching me off guard. “Of course that’s just the rumours going around.”

The limo pulls up in front of a massive elegant building. “Wren't we going back to your penthouse” I ask curiously, climbing out of the limo to look up in wonder. The whole place has this feel of serenity which is quite rare for a busy place like new York. I stare at the long colonnaded frontage and the perfect symmetry of the rows of tall windows, the vast land with a tranquil garden. Seems like some kind of fancy estate. “I decided that since we're now a couple and with the baby coming along, a proper house with enough security like this is more befiting. Besides this place used to belong to my parents, they adore this Manor a whole lot before they decided to move abroad”He says witfully.

"Tell me about the manor." "House of horrors." "I hate that name." "Well, you should. She does. What do you want to know?" he asked. "It's bigger than a fucking palace. The grounds go on forever. It used to be a tobacco plantation. I guess it still kind of is. I mean they still grow tobacco but it has more: gardens, pool, tennis courts, lake, woods..." "They're not letting me in the front gate. Tell me how I can get on the grounds. If there will be a crowd there next Saturday, one more person shouldn't trigger a red flag."

~~Selene~~ I’m hunched over my laptop in the quiet of my wing, scrolling through the latest reports from Vaughn beauty, when a soft knock on the door resounds in the room. A maid walks in, hands joined courteously in front of her, with her head bowed. “Mr Manchester requests your presence, Miss Selene." My forehead knots into a frown. Why does he want to see me?

Maybe she didn't know that she now had the world at her feet. Knowing her penchant for playing in water I figured I had more than enough time and that was confirmed when the manager from the boutique on the first floor rang the bell not long after my call. "Mr. Mancini?" The buttoned up guy looked around my place like he was walking into Buckingham palace. I'd heard the whispers about my neighbors wanting a look inside my place but his behavior was a bit much. I ushered him into the living room with a look and held my hand out for his offerings.

I re-dress my wound and head to my investigation room. I make sure to lock the door before entering. I ring Ken. “Did you gather information about the last lead?” I ask him, a glint of hope shimmering in my voice. “I hate to break it to you, but, he’s not the one,” Ken says. I slam the table in front of me. “But I found out some credible details,” Ken continues, “That night when you were chained with shackles, do you remember seeing a blonde man with sunglasses?” I say, “No, I don’t.” “Well, the man was there, his name is Yeon Mang, you should question him about the incident, he will surely know more about this,” Ken tells me, “But there’s a catch. He only attends art shows, so do what you c