Belleville Manor Novels & Stories

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.

"Stay safe. Call me if you need anything." The Everhart Manor stood alongside the artificial lake in Willowbrook. When Zachary couldn't meet his debts, the loan sharks seized this property first. Calista hadn't set foot here in three years, but she navigated the expansive villa community easily, leading her to the Everhart Manor. The roses were in full bloom in the garden, adorning the trellises with lush clusters of purple petals that had gracefully descended and now blanketed the ground. Calista walked up to the door and rang the bell without hesitation.

The air grew quieter, heavier, older — like the land itself was holding its breath. Then the mansion appeared. Blackwell Manor wasn’t a house.It was a statement. The pictures I saw on the maps app did not match the reality. This was huge. Tall stone walls. Dark timber beams. Windows that reflected the forest like mirrors. It looked ancient and modern at the same time — like it had been built centuries ago but renovated by someone with too much money and a mild god complex. My stomach flipped. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this out of place.

Aman nodded slightly with a smile, remarking casually, “I'm over thirty years older than Miss Jilian, so I'll naturally be more understanding and accommodating toward her.” Antonio was delighted and said repeatedly, “That's good, that's good! Mr. Ramovic, please come inside the mansion so we can chat leisurely!” Aman nodded in agreement and was accompanied by Antonio as he stepped through the gate into the mansion. As they walked, Aman glanced around Antonio's mansion and casually commented, “Antonio, Zano Mansion is a bit small in size, and this area doesn't seem to be within the core of Long Island, right?”

“How about the corsets? I cannot knot those piled lots on my own.” “If that’s what you’re concerned about, you could ask for my help when your old man isn’t around.” The new man winks at me before heading for the entrance almost immediately. “I’ll wait by the door!” The Villa was built by the countryside; away from the bustling town, suspended on a hill, and surrounded by bushes, so said the new man after he precisely told me to call him Sir Brak. “What about the man who brought me here?” I ask just before we make a sharp turn to a wide hallway.

Mansion where two most evil persons I know live. ***

"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.