Novel & Cerita Belleville Manor

The car pulled away. “Where are we going?” Celeste asked. “Home. The real home.” They drove for an hour, out of the city and into the countryside. Finally they stopped at a huge estate. Bigger than anything Celeste had seen. Guards stood at every gate. Cameras watched the drive. It felt like a fortress. “Welcome to Belmont Manor,” her mother said. Inside was like a palace. Marble floors. Shiny railings. Paintings on the walls. Her mother led her to a big office and closed the door.

The Nickel Manor is the irony of its name. It is ostentatious to a point of intimidation. A multi-million mansion sleeping on a large estate. Plain murky brown coloured bricks pride it, with a grandiose circular driveway and ornate fountain at the centre. It has immaculate Italianate garden with orchards, arboretum and well-trimmed walled vegetable gardens.

Everyone agreed while those professionals sighed in excitement as it was their first time coming to the Montello's manor and had a glimpse of their wealth with their very eyes. Their land was so huge it can even be considered a small country inside London. The backyard was such a sight to see that pictures from postcards will be ashamed of. But the highlight was the manor, where they were standing at the moment. It was like a castle with real golds and diamonds that were used as the highlight design of the walls and structures. “How many people have confirmed their attendance by the way? Dad was worried there will be some gatecrashers so he add more securities for later”

Tessa and Kiera asked at the same time, fear rising on their voice. Their house was a manor located on the top of a hill. It was considered a villa as the manor had an expanse land with well trimmed hedges and garden, a lovely fountain at the centre, they had neighbors' who lived far away from their environs and they had a collection of the best high-end security in the country.

Stone walls loomed from the dark at last, not built so much as exhumed, wet with sheen that caught the moon in broken pieces. The manor rose beyond the gates like a cathedral someone had frightened. Spires stitched the sky. Windows stared too long. Ivy clung like bruise-dark veins. I shivered, and Gavin’s hand found mine, entwining his fingers and giving me a reassuring squeeze. “Maybe we should have brought security,” I said for not the first time. “Or at least Beta Taylor. He’ll be pissed if he finds out we came here and didn’t tell him.” The natural territory that the Blackwell Manor was in was about an hour North of our borders. It was a territory outsiders would never dare to wander int

shouted someone from a window. Quickly carrying her bag, she entered Bareville, her uncle is the Baron of Bareville.Jaylyn marveled at the sight of the Grand Manor, it was far from anything she had ever seen. The grand Manor was located at the Eastside of Bareville. When she knocked, the butler ushered her after a brief introduction. Walking inside, the walls and floor were greatly influenced by Italian design, she sat near the fireplace to warm herself. Admiring her surroundings, she smiled realizing what a great sacrifice her father had made for love.

He rose from his bed and retrieved his cloak from the rack. "I think I will go with the soul," he told her. "Where is it residing, anyway?" "The Allard Manor, in the city of Los Angeles." •‡•‡•‡• The Allard Manor was no longer in its superior state; it had been abandoned, unkempt, and on a fast track to becoming dilapidated. Most doors were hanging off their hinges, the windows cracked or broken, the ceiling coated in cobwebs, and the wooden floors soft and yielding, to the point where Thisbe's foot had snapped a stairway floorboard in half.

"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."

“What that woman said back there wasn’t wrong either. For her, only the money in her hands was the most important. But you don’t need that—Chris likes you so much, and he’s willing to go this far for you. He would never abandon you no matter what.” Originally, Nina didn’t need to explain such things. But she knew pregnant women tended to overthink, so it was better to clarify things for Jessica. This place was called the Glorious Manor, named so because at night every corner shone like a cluster of stars. In the rose garden, each type of flowerbed was bathed in scattered light, and standing there, they looked like stars accidentally fallen from the sky.