Belleville Manor Novels & Stories

The limo pulls up in front of a massive elegant building. “Wren't we going back to your penthouse” I ask curiously, climbing out of the limo to look up in wonder. The whole place has this feel of serenity which is quite rare for a busy place like new York. I stare at the long colonnaded frontage and the perfect symmetry of the rows of tall windows, the vast land with a tranquil garden. Seems like some kind of fancy estate. “I decided that since we're now a couple and with the baby coming along, a proper house with enough security like this is more befiting. Besides this place used to belong to my parents, they adore this Manor a whole lot before they decided to move abroad”He says witfully.

There was a crowd of people right below him, on the first floor, in the outdoor pool area. All those people, all those faces, all those smiles; nothing seemed to be enough. Drinks circulated throughout the house. There were people that Aaron could not say where they came from, because he simply did not know the guests. Everyone drank, and filled their glasses with dubious substances, making the most of the night. Not even half of the people were sober. The Bel-Air condominium was a residential enclave located at the foot of the Santa Monica Mountains. The Granger mansion was a house with visible grandeur, with a garden similar to a nature reserve, and an Olympic-sized swimming pool.

There was a Horse Race course, and a manor. It was said to be one hundred years old and worth thirty six million dollars. It had fourteen rooms, the master bedroom being the fifteenth. There was a servants quarter and twenty four hour state of the art security manned by trained guards and technology. A private airline was also there where the Don's private jet was kept. "Let's go baby, no word to anyone about my health condition" he said to Carlo's as they walked to the manor.

His face was star-struck, and she offered him a kind smile before coming down from the cab, shutting the door gently. Her father's mansion had always been a hot topic among the people. The soft yellow and vibrant orange of approaching twilight bathed the Greek Renaissance hilltop in light. Nestled in the pricey Rosedale neighbourhood of Downtown Toronto, it was among the most expensive pieces of real estate in the city, probably in the country. The Rochester estate. Aurora gently shut the front door to their house, eyes scanning the empty area. When she was assured that it was safe, she darted towards the stairs,

A visit was inevitable while he was in town. The next morning, Naomi dropped Lily off at kindergarten, picked up a stack of architecture reference books, and printed out the client's brief in full. She still couldn't shake the strange reply from the night before, so she brought it up with Leo. Leo thought it over, chin in hand. "It's not as sinister as it sounds. That manor's actually close to Catalina got wrecked in an explosion years back, sat abandoned ever since. Word is some young guy bought it legally, all above board. My guess is he just wants it restored for his own private collection."

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.

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