Belleville Manor Novels & Stories

Aiden nodded to them formally, she saw he was carrying a large orange envelope in his hand but she didn't know what it was, they turned and walked to the tall door and rang the bell. A maid came to open the door and quietly greeted them. The wide hallways made Vivian's eyes widen. She felt completely lost like she was lost in another world. The yellow light bulb resembles the sun's rays outside. The marble walls and floors were waxed and polished, so clean she could see her reflection in them. Every empty room she passed was spacious, with high ceilings, and carefully cleaned, high-quality furniture. This manor was huge, built from first-grade materials, and even larger than Jaime's house. T

said Cedrick. Janice coughed into her tightly clenched fist. "You're all grown up now, and I can't control you around anymore. However, Mai is a good girl. Please do think about compensating her," said Janice, her gaze not leaving Catelyn as she did. How did she even attract Ceddy? … The Atherton Manor was a garden-style building, built according to the preferences of Granny Atherton. It was filled with carved galleries and paintings, surrounded by pavilions in the heart of the lake.

Luckily, I didn’t see him again on my way out. In my quest to find a room that hit my specifications, I passed by hallways and stairs. The manor was big enough to actually house five football teams, plus their girlfriends or wives, whichever is applicable. It was as grand as I expected it to be. Like the Buckingham Palace but with better and bolder artisan craftsmanship. I found one that suited to my taste. Not that small and not that big. It had a book nook next to a large living area and a hearth that housed impressive-looking neon red stones.

She would know where she went. The drive to Bell Manor feels endless. The city fades into sprawling estates, each one grander than the last. Finally, the familiar wrought-iron gates loom ahead. I press the intercom button, and the gates creak open. The house is as imposing as ever—three stories of stone and glass, with perfectly manicured lawns stretching in every direction. I park the car and step out, the chill in the air biting at my skin. Inside, the warmth of the manor is stifling. A butler leads me to the parlour, where I hear the sound of laughter. Edward.

TWO WEEKS AGO "So it's more of an urban legend?" "Not really, no. There really was a mansion just past the forest here. It's built atop a hill but I'm not sure if it's still there." "What's the story behind it?" The old man stopped to take a swig of his whiskey and took a drag from his cigar. "It's a story no one in town likes to talk about for... well, reasons." he began as he eyed the young lady before him. "It happened long ago, way too long ago that I wasn't even alive, but the story is something that everyone had passed down."

The actual chandelier left a large shadow on most of the large open space. The mansion had an awful feel. Just being inside it gave me a horrible feeling inside, but I couldn't pinpoint why I had it. It was like something dreadfully morbid was happening, but it was the mansion of a woman over fifty years old. She couldn't kill someone if she tried, right? She was too old to, although the strength she showed when she slapped me made me question that notion. "Where is everyone?" she asked angrily, rhetorically.

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.

Even James Coney came, but her condition kept worsening. Out of desperation, Hailey went to Alex for help. They got some stuff from Nine Villa before departing. About half an hour later, they arrived at Golden Manor, an upscale neighborhood. It was much more expensive than Maple Villa and was one of the more sought-after residential areas in California. Located just steps away was Sunset Lake, one of California’s most popular tourist attractions. Peaceful, tranquility, and with plenty of fresh air to boot, it was the perfect living community for society’s upper class. Found among its residents were multi-millionaires, retired ministers, or even superstar celebrities. It was also the ideal lo

A brass plaque was set into one stone pillar. Morrow House No Blackwell name. No charity sign. No clinic logo. Just a quiet, expensive lie hidden at the edge of the woods. Adrian’s eyes hardened. “That’s it.” The gates were already open. Which Elena did not like at all. Neither did Adrian. Luca noticed too. “Either they’re expecting someone,” he said, “or they’re in the middle of leaving.” The car rolled through. The driveway curved through rain-soaked trees before opening onto a three-story manor house built of pale stone and dark glass. It was beautiful in the cold way old money often was—tasteful, isolated, and completely wrong for what the archives suggested had happened here.

The Fords and the Sniders were active in Sentius City, while the Simmonses were active in Astoria, which was why they didn't have many dealings with the former two. However, the old manors of all three families were still in Madelville, and they had become one of the city's landmarks. If not for the fact that the families guarded their homes closely, people would probably be buying tickets for entry by now. The three old manors were in a corner of Madelville and sprawled over a large area. The three alleys surrounding the area were part of the three families' property, and no outsiders were allowed to set foot into it without permission.