All Chapters of Mansterville : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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.I jumped onto the sofa peeking out the blinds at the enormous home across from us that had sat abandoned the entire 7 years me and my mom lived here. I'd always assumed the place had been condemned for one reason or another since no one except an older fella that kept the grounds clear ever came around. I guess my assumptions had been wrong.Before I knew it, over a dozen large men were marching about toting heavy boxes and furniture inside the large structure like a well trained army. After snooping for a solid 20 minutes or so

Mansterville Part 3 ~Awkward~ ~Waverly~ I had spent the better part of the day searching through mine and Shay's closets for the right clothing to wear this evening. I finally settled on the very thing I'd tried on at the beginning. Isn't that how it usually goes? You stand there in your skivvies pissing & moaning about having nothing decent to wear, then end up choosing what you had on to begin with, after countless hours of stressing over the shit. My fav jeans, one of Shay's new tops, that I had talked her into buying, a comfortable pair of boots and a sweet jacket I dearly loved for my perfect....not so perfect outfit. I had definitely focused way too much on this today and by the time I was completely dressed, groomed, and content with my mein, I was worn out and ready for a nap. I had never been the type of gal to try and impress anyone with my non-existent fashion sense…especially a guy. Comfort was my credo, until Mr hot ass bad boy came swooping in making googly eyes a

Mansterville Part 5A few days had passed since Waverly's encounter with the two brothers. She had kept herself locked up inside the house just to avoid running into either of them.To her surprise Bailey had not come over which she was actually grateful for, but it did confuse her. She thought he'd have been banging on her door asap since they had come so close to doing the do. Maybe he wasn't as interested as she thought he was. She didn't really give a care right now. She wouldn't have answered the door if he had anyways. Maybe he realized she needed some time away after what had happened between them. For whatever reason she was very thankful he had kept his distance.However she had definitely noticed Tayzon standing out in his yard on more than one occasion staring at her when she sat in her little window seat. He would just stand there gazing up at her, his face void of any emotions. Waverly began sitting in the front room when she read just to hide herself from him. It caused

Mansterville Part 7~Waverly~My face felt as if hot flames were licking up the sides of my cheeks as I stood in complete and utter shock & humiliation. Right in the doorway stood my mother & Markus with their eyes bulging at what a sight they'd walked into."Young lady.....what the hell is this shit!?" My mom cursed...which was unheard of. This woman never used foul language of any kind. I looked like a scolded toddler staring shamefully at the floor."H....he wouldn't give me the remote an....and I tried to----" my voice trailed off as Shay spoke over me."An...and so you thought that by jumping up onto this poor guys back and attacking him was the best course of action!? What in holy thunder has gotten into you girl!? You're behaving like an elementary school brat." She chastised. I shifted my eyes over to Tayzon who had a clear smirk on his mouth that I so desperately wanted to reach over and slap off."Hey...im not the only one to blame here Shay! H..he instigated the entire th

Mansterville Part 9~Waverly~"Diiiing Dooong!" The doorbell chimed. I sprung up from the couch hiding the damn remote on my way so he wouldn't get a chance to swipe it. I opened up and there he stood leaning against the door frame tryna look all cool an shit. He just had to wear another pair of those god forsaken joggers. My cheeks burned red hot, my eyes drifting down to his junk proudly displayed front & center. He knew what the fuck he was doing by wearing those. They showed the well defined print of his long girthy tool that hung down his inner thigh, causing my eyes to double in size. He fucking wore those on purpose! And I seriously doubted he had anything underneath. He was just tryna prove how blessed he truly was. How dare he! I cursed inside my head while visions of him grinding his hips between my thighs snuck inside my brain...dammit to hell! Nnoo!Come on now.....what female wouldn't take an inconspicuous gander? Especially after the guy made sure to brag about his