Belleville Manor Novels & Stories

Vince trembled but did not dare to say much. He immediately went looking for Zoelle. Sullivan Manor was as spacious as a castle. The wedding decorations made the place beautiful and fairytale-like. It also had a lounge, a chess room, a horse-riding, and a pool party. There was even an amusement park specially built for children. Vince instantly knew where to locate Zoelle. Given how flashy she was, he knew she would be at the pool party. And as expected, she was in a black bikini that showed off her fair skin.

~Tessa~ The elevator chimed softly, and the silver doors slid open into a space that felt like it had stepped straight out of a magazine spread. Marble floors. Gold rimmed mirrors. Mannequins dressed in half finished designs standing like silent guards. Riri nudged my arm lightly. “We’re really here,” she whispered, half laughing, half in awe. I smiled, though my stomach was a tangle of nerves. “You mean we as in “they actually picked us?’”

In Eudora, there was a private manor that took up smaller than the average land size of a typical manor. Since it was far from the city, it lacked development opportunities, so the housing price was low and the population sparse. Only a few people here knew who the manor belonged to. Heather’s car was arriving, and when it came to a complete stop, a maid came over and opened the door for her. She exited the vehicle and threw the keys to the maid, who then went to park the car in the garage while Heather walked into the house.

“Then let me come.” “They didn’t invite you.” “So?” I turn to him. “That is exactly why.” He studies me for a second, then nods slowly. “Call me if anything feels off.” “Everything feels off,” I admit. He gives me a half smile. “Then call me sooner.” The Millers’ rented mansion sits right on the beach, lights glowing warm against the darkening sky. It’s the kind of place that looks effortless and expensive at the same time. Tall windows. Long driveway. White stone steps leading up to a wide front door.

So, I politely declined, using work as an excuse. Belen was a person who was very good at reading body language, and she immediately understood. The Mercer's mansion, located in the heart of the city, was a grand and opulent residence. It was built in the 19th century and stood as a symbol of wealth and power. The mansion boasted intricate architectural details, with its towering columns and ornate carvings. Inside, the rooms were adorned with luxurious furnishings and exquisite artwork. The Mercer family, who were prominent members of society, hosted lavish parties and gatherings in their magnificent home. However, as time passed, the mansion fell into disrepair and was eventually abandoned

Vittorio and I take out the suitcases from the ship and walk over to the villa. We arrive at the front of the manor, and I am flabbergasted. The building is about three stories high, held up by white marble pillars and a large balcony. The best part is that it has a gigantic pool. A few maids and butlers grab our bags to take them to our room.

She replied warmly. “Thank you so much, Belle.” I expressed, genuine appreciation coloring my voice. “I really appreciate your help.” “It's no problem at all Kam.” Belle reassured me, her tone warm and comforting. “I'll grab everything you need and be there as soon as possible.” As I waited for Belle to arrive, I turned to my laptop to catch up on the latest news surrounding Gabriel Manor's arrest. As I read deeper into the news, I smiled as I read the damning accounts of Gabriel Manor's crimes. The headlines painted a grim picture of his actions, detailing the horrifying allegations of sexual harassment, rape, and blackmailing that had come to light.

“You’re wife was trying to ground me. Because I have to research the Bellefonte mansion. It’s my summer project from my professor. History is my major Dad I can’t fail.” “I know, I will talk to her. I love you and be careful, okay.” “Okay, bye Dad.” I went to my apartment and laid down in my bed. I sighed finally it’s summer time. My history project is the Bellefonte mansion. Let’s see what do I know about Alexis D. Bellefonte. He is a famous musician from the romantic era. He was born July 15, 1898. He will be 124 this year. His house is still standing to this day because it is considered a national treasure. But no goes in there because they say it is haunted.

It took Lucille, Lily, and Nancy to Pinehill Estates, the most prestigious villa estate in all of Coasthaven, known for the finest views in the city. "Ms. Sandwell, our employer says this villa is his gift to the little princess. Please make yourself at home. I am available for anything you need, at any time." The young man who received her at the villa was her new personal steward. His name was Sven Brutman. He was young and composed, with a bearing that suggested more experience than his face implied. Lucille nodded. "Thank you, Sven." Pinehill Estates was the most sought-after address in Coasthaven. The wealthiest families across the country competed for properties there. The villa she ha

Eve The Mansion is eighteen thousand square feet of limestone, marble, and silk. It has fourteen bedrooms, a library that rivals the one in Beauty and the Beast, and a garden that looks like it belongs in a French chateau. It is currently the most expensive prison in North America. I pace the length of the library, my heels clicking a sharp, agitated rhythm on the hardwood floor. I’ve walked this path twenty times in the last hour. By the door, two of the four guards assigned to be my shadow shift their weight. They look miserable. They know I’m miserable. We are all trapped in a feedback loop of mutual misery.