Belleville Manor Novels & Stories

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.

Even from a distance, Everleigh could spot sentinels perched on high vantage points, their presence a silent reminder that this was no ordinary estate. As their sleek black SUV pulled up to the grand entrance, Everleigh tilted her head back to take in the manor’s full glory. The structure was a masterpiece of design, blending the old world with the new. The façade was crafted from gleaming white stone, its towering columns and arched windows hinting at a rich history. Ivy crept along the edges, softening its imposing presence, while modern touches—glass terraces and sleek balconies—gave it a contemporary edge.

Too clever for his own good, and too curious to stay afraid of stories whispered by old women and superstitious farmers. The manor—Blackwell Manor—was just a pile of forgotten stone now, barely more than a broken outline of what had once been a great estate. The fire had taken most of it. What was left were scattered columns, crumbling steps, and the occasional wall that leaned as if half-asleep, threatening to fall at any moment. But beneath the ruins were passages. And whispers. None of the grown-ups talked about them directly. They only said the ground there was “wrong.” That sometimes the dogs wouldn't walk near it. That compasses spun. That birds refused to fly overhead.

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'

- At Bettencourt mansion, Velmont island. "You're fired!" Shout of a woman in her 20's, Judith Bettencourt. "Lady Judith, please, I need a job, my youngest child is sick ..." A maid begged. "It's none of my business! If your child dies, it's your fault because you didn't do your job well!" Judith yelled. "But Lady Judith, it's just a little dust, I'll just clean it again, please !!" the maid sobbed. "Security! Get this woman out of my sight, make sure she can never enter the mansion again." Judith ordered, furious at the poor maid. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXCXCXX