Belleville Manor Novels & Stories

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.

After saying that, he headed straight toward the manor and walked in. As Charlie walked, he said, “Oh, to be honest, your manor is not very good. Although it is next to Long Island, it is not actually within the scope of Long Island. It is more like the gate of Long Island. The real rich people in New York live on Long Island. What's the matter with you, living in this place? Are you here to watch the gate for the rich people living in Long Island?”

They finally arrived in the Baudelaire’s manor and from outside, they could see people with expensive and fancy tuxedo, suits and dresses come and go, showing their invitations to the bodyguards just in front of the manor’s front door. The manor was huge, if Theodore could say at least. With the entire fountain with angel statues at the center of the manor’s ground to the huge ground of the said manor. It really looked elegant and fancy. But with no bias intended, the de Saint-Germain manor is much larger than this one. As they’re already in front of the bodyguards, both Lucien and Claudette showed their invitation to the guards. “Claudette de Saint-Germain. I brought a plus one,” she slight

"In two days, the entire first floor of Mr. Joel Carney's mansion will be finished. Can we start working on Lady Bevell's mansion right away? She doesn't want too many changes, just replacing some furniture and repainting. The biggest job is just the gardens at the back and front of the mansion." Noreen closed the folder containing the work report and handed it to Thiery on the table. Thiery took the folder, opened it, and skimmed through its contents, then set it aside.

“Why would Belle leave here to look like that?” The man shrugged. Wait Belle? They knew of Belle? Was she here? Was my sister here? Wait no, he said something about her leaving. I glanced over the interior of the building. It was large and spacious, antique vessels stood at every column, an expensive chandelier hung in the centre of the room, while stairs spiralled left and right. There was a large glass door to our left, a pristine landscape laid beyond with fresh cut grass and blossoming roses. Something like my recently extinct home. My eyes went back to the matter at hand finding the man’s eyes fixated at a rather inappropriate area of my body and I moved my hand covering my bust looking

Beau was still explaining to him intimately: "Do you know the name of this manor?" "Star-Moon Manor." "This is my gift to Eliza and the children. All the decorations here are designed by me." "The glass wall you think is actually a display screen, you didn't think of it right? There are thousands of cameras hidden in the entire manor, and the security system is very complete. It can be said that your every move is under my surveillance." "The people your uncle sent in, do you think it's possible I wouldn't take precautions?" In fact, Beau heard the news as early as when Gabriel started planning to make trouble.

"I want to show you something." The drive through the city was quiet, tension humming between us like a live wire. When we finally pulled up to ornate iron gates, I felt my breath catch. "Rosevale Manor," Luxian announced as the gates swung open. "The most exclusive venue in the region." The manor was stunning—white stone walls covered in ivy, tall windows that caught the morning light like diamonds. It looked like something from a fairy tale, the kind of place where princesses got married.

I want to call Caden right now, hear his voice go rough with that specific tenderness he reserves only for me, hear him say something ridiculous and wonderful like he always does when something matters to him. My driver, Marco, is waiting at the curb. He opens the rear door with a respectful dip of his head the moment he spots me. "Home, ma'am?" he asks. "Home," I confirm, sliding inside. The word settles over me like a warm blanket. Home. Blackwell Manor, sitting at the top of Cresthaven Ridge, surrounded by dark pines and the rich, earthy scent of pack territory. It never truly felt like mine in the beginning — that sprawling stone estate with its high ceilings and cold portraits of Caden'

Belle asked, obviously curious as to what the old man had for her. John then handed over an envelope where Frederick took out a couple of A4s. He laid it all on the coffee table and only then did Belle realize that they were property titles. “I’m turning all these over to you,” he told her, smiling. “This is a villa here in Belmont Gardens, this is an apartment in Vistancia, and this is a building in Bree Central,” he explained, showing the documents to her one by one. Belle looked from the papers to Frederick, her forehead was creased and confusion was written all over her face. “Why?”

“Yes, some of us moved in yesterday. Others are coming next week.” I followed Annabell as we chatted. She told me that there were 10 family apartments and 6 individual bedrooms within the manor, as well as a huge dining hall, massive kitchen and several group lounges. I slowed to a standstill as we reached the edge of the woodland. “I better not go any further,” I said. “Ok,” she replied. “Will I see you again tomorrow?” “Sure,” I replied, “I’ll be over right after lunch.”