Belleville Manor Novels & Stories

She considered the possibility of accepting him. * Meanwhile, Evan received a text and location from Julian at an international five-star hotel. Julian: [Mr. Jordan, we followed them to Bayview. They are staying in the Third Villa.] Evan extinguished his cigarette. Evan: [Send me the resident's information in ten minutes.] Julian: [Understood, Mr. Jordan.] Evan drummed his fingers rhythmically on the sofa. Bayview Villa was situated in the city center, with each villa costing over 4,000,000 dollars.

"It was a mill originally. Cotton processing and weaving, before most of that kind of thing went to India and the third world. It was built by Blessingmoors Industries in the eighteen hundreds. They went out of business long ago, but the building is still there and largely intact." "Excellent, Bech. I'd like you to arrange for me to...." "I've taken the liberty of doing that already, sir. You have an appointment tomorrow at two pm with the agent. Here's his card: Frank Conners." ***** The Story Continues In 'The Daughter's Manumission'

The gate closed again behind them with a soft clang. Julissa could tell—this was a manor. A relatively modest one, perhaps, but in a city like this, such space was already rare. On one side of the internal drive were tall trees with an unknown fragrance. On the other side, expansive green lawns. Up ahead stood a three-story modern villa. Though night concealed much of its appearance, the warm light from within revealed it was spacious and sleek in design. Julissa became more convinced—this must be Scott’s house.

"Am I that unreliable?" "That may be so, but even a whoremaster can't stop a shameless bitch." Jasper's face darkened at those words. "No matter how vigilant you are, those annoying bugs will seize any opportunity to land on you." Without noticing the invisible wrath enveloping him, Xavier continued to ramble on, "Seaview Manor isn't like your private residence with Madam. It's crowded with people of all sorts. "If there were any physical contact between you and Ms. Gillis, and someone with ill intentions spread rumors, Madam might not allow you into bed if she hears about it."

I don’t know why they still try. We pull up to the entrance to Westfield Manor. My grandmother had it designed like the old Engilish houses in her favorite books. This was always her hideaway from the world, a place she could let her hair down and not have to be ‘on.’ The staff have all been vetted, many of them former military, cops and other government agency officials. There are no substitutes. Several live on the property and they all have a very strict NDA in place and paid very well for their loyalty and silence. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

After a thirty-minute drive, she pulled over in front of a very familiar brownstoned, mansard-roofed mansion on Suffolk Avenue. Located in the heart of downtown, the extravagant splendor of the mansion made it a historical landmark that became a famous tourist spot, especially after my father bought it and converted it into an art gallery almost two decades ago. The gallery regularly held several expositions of well-established as well as up-and-coming artists—who were once meticulously chosen by my father, along with numerous events throughout the year. "You brought me here. To Belmont Hill. On my birthday." Belmont Hill used to be my happy place. I used to spend the better part of my day i

An hour later we arrived back at the manor which was on the outskirts of the city, there were no houses on this side except this building, that's how much I love privacy, the manor stood tall and proud in the wide vicinity, with the exterior painted with dark colors. The manor was in the middle of the forest, quiet and peaceful. The gate of the manor was surrounded by a forest, with a road that drives down to the main streets of Heteroid Fall. Cassius opened the door and I walked down from the car, the servants stood by the door with their heads bowed as I ventured into the house "Welcome home, Master" they said in unison, my coat was removed by one of the maids and I entered the large sitti

Then he gave me my first real orgasm and I have spent three years touching myself every morning to the image of him. James pulls up to the building and I push everything down and step out. The Bellerie penthouse sits on the top two floors of one of Roman’s buildings in the heart of Boston. It looks out over the whole city, with marble floors, high ceilings, and a staircase that curves up to the second floor, like something out of a film. The kind of place that makes you go quiet when you walk in whether you have been there a hundred times or never. I grew up here.

“This manor is where my grandmother used to live way back then. After she passed away, the property’s ownership went to my grandfather. He was very reluctant about auctioning it, so it’s been vacant all these years.” After explaining some of the backstories of the manor to Daisie, he stretched his hand out toward her. “Let’s take a walk around the manor.” Daisie grabbed his hand with a grin and walked with him into the huge garden. This manor was located very near the imperial palace--One could see the clock tower in the palace--and it was located in the most prosperous city center. The garden had a few man-made pools and bridges, and there were even several pavilions.