Belleville Manor Novels & Stories

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.

"But Mr. Harper's health …" "He should be fine. I don't think he has any issues. You just have to follow my instructions." … On the other hand, Benjamin brought Victoria to Westshore Manor. Westshore Manor was not a typical residential area. It was Benjamin's private estate, situated in a secluded location. The security guards there had undergone specialized military training. Thus, it was extremely safe. It was different from Riverview Residence Unit One, where Ethan could come and go as he liked. As Victoria followed Benjamin into Westshore Manor, she was shocked. It was enormous, larger than the whole of Riverview Residence Unit One. Victoria was once again in awe of Benjamin's wealth.

The mention of Le Châteauesque Manor—a house he had never once set foot in—filled him with cold disdain. Ava, seated silently beside him, felt her heart drop. Her palms grew clammy as Jonathan’s words echoed in her mind. She glanced nervously at Alexander, whose expression remained unreadable but ominously calm. Le Châteauesque Manor, just 200 meters ahead, gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. Its pristine white facade stood elegantly against a backdrop of manicured gardens and surrounding parks. The architecture exuded understated luxury—a clear reflection of Mr. Vanderbilt Senior’s meticulous taste. Its tranquility was almost deceptive, given the growing tension in the car.

The black ivory walls of the grand manor shone with a repressed authority. Red flags bearing the Valerius sigil hang proudly at every pillar, and the white marbled floor glittered like mirrors from the hard work of the servants. The quarter of the grand heir of the Valerius was situated at the third story of the five-story grand manor. Its balcony faces the east with plentiful of sunlight and owns a good view of the wide front garden of the manor. Raimere walked out of the cloakroom, followed by the smiling Bella and the blushing Nora.

After the double wooden door, there was a front desk and behind it, a very smiley gentleman. He was tall, thin, white hair and complexion, and a large wooden pipe that smelled like vanilla and fine tobacco. "Good evening, my friends. What can I do for you today?" The gentleman started with a small courtesy reverence, taking the pipe out of his mouth for a second, and then returning it. "My name is Gill, and I will be your host for tonight." Belle was pretty used to a wealthy life, but she was not used to the architecture with central gardens, like Moroccan or Islamic architecture.

Next to it is our head office. On the west side of the orchard lies our family manor, which has housed generations of our family. The manor, built around the mid-1800s by our ancestors from the trees on our property. The manor runs along the shore of Lake Huron. Back in the day our family was quite large, but it has become small over the years. To call the manor enormous would be an understatement, with over 10 bedrooms, 4 dens, and two kitchens and a large sunroom that overlooks the lake, it is by far the biggest house in the area.

There are many lady guards on the private plane. Sharyana felt security being with Belle. Belle has many body guard, and seeing them she felt safe beside Belle. Sharyana and Belle, chit chatted on the plane. It will be afternoon when they reach South Ville. Her granny already contact someone to fetch them at the airport. They also have a Manor in South Ville. But there Manor is like in North Vale it is hidden and a little bit far away from Lance Mansion. Bella didn't like to stay on their manor in North Ville, she preferred to book a hotel, it's more convenient and not far from the Min Mansion.

She leafed through the pages and smiled. “Anything interesting?” “Sounds very grand, and very me.” “And this place isn’t?” Marianne asked in mock puzzlement as her eyes swept the room—a dismal throwback to the seventies. “Okay, let’s hear it.” Claire cleared her throat and read aloud. “A select development of one, two, and three-bedroom apartments by Charterhouse Properties. Set in thirty acres of parkland, the restoration of the former Belle Vue Manor Estate combines the elegance and exquisite proportion of its Victorian heritage with the convenience and comforts expected in the modern age.”

“Didn’t you say you’re living alone at the Manor?” “Yeah, well, not quite. Remember your first visit? The apparition upstairs?” “Oh, yeah, in the master bedroom.” “Well, that was Ann Marie, wife of Joseph Blotter, the man who built the Manor back in 1870.” “And how could you possibly know who I saw?”