Novel & Cerita Blue Angel Villa

Melio's POV I would be lying if I said this Villa wasn't beautiful. It had a luxurious and cozy feeling. The entrance had beautiful marbles on the ground. The lighting is expensive. I mean I expected nothing less from a man who could wear Gucci to the gym. I feel my boss has OCD. Cause this Villa is more arranged than my entire life put together. The door to the main entrance was huge and had a sensor that opened on its own. The house had mostly glass and paints of beige to concrete walls. It could be mistaken for a penthouse. I did steal a peck at his car collections— from Bentley to maybeach to Rolls Royce of different models, SUVs— you name it— he has it. Well the interior of this house i

Ava kept her eyes outside the window. She admired how the whole island was surrounded by the crystal-blue waters, the ocean stretching far and wide, looking like there was no end to it. Lush plum trees swayed in the warm breeze, and they moved on a tarred road that led to a villa that sat in the center… The place looked clean and well-maintained. It didn’t look like no one had gone there in years… As if he had read her mind, Kylan said, “We leave a few staff at most of our properties for maintenance. We also have construction works done to make sure the villa looks as modern as possible.”

The heat was palpable as they climbed out in front of the villa and unloaded their luggage. “Is this whole place for us?” Billy asked. “Yep. The last bedroom on the second floor is ours, you guys can decided who sleeps where.” Reid said. Missy and Freya both clapped their hands at the same time, squealed and turned to look at each other. They burst out laughing and then hooked their arms together and ran into the villa. “Oh boy,” Billy sighed as Connor slapped him on the back and followed the girls inside. The villa was located in Costa Mujeres and boasted six bedrooms and six bathrooms. The views were breathtakingly beautiful and Jane smiled as she walked through the front door. The villa s

"Uhm, it's okay. What's the name of the resort?" "Blue Coral Beach Resort." "Where is that?" I asked again. "Laiya, cool." This is an immediate answer. "I think it's a bit far from here..." Slowly looking at Stephen. "It's okay, we have a car." "Or it's better to ride a van--" "No, it's better to ride Alyana, right Stephen?" It's a teasing question and a shocking smile. "Just one John, this glass is really going to fly over your head." This is a threat to a friend. Why is it that all he can think about is John, that he is sleeping as if Stephen wants to strangle him now. But his face is funny, he looks cute.

It was the most luxurious and expensive villa complex in the city, and it was on top of Alaska’s biggest lake. Rumor had it that even the cheapest villa here cost about two hundred million dollars. The environment inside was known to be a six-star rating scenic area. He didn’t expect Freya’s home to be in such a place. What surprised him even more, was that her villa was Number 1. And this was the largest, best-located villa in the entirety of Blue Heavens Lake, which had a market value of at least two billion dollars… It was equivalent to being the most luxurious villa in all of Alaska.

It looked very polished and clean with stone floors that looked glassy under soft lamps, glass walls that caught every reflection. A young woman in a marine-blue uniform appeared behind the counter, her silk scarf tied neatly at her throat. She smiled brightly. “Welcome. Your villa is ready. Please, follow me.” We trailed behind her, dragging bags and yawning. The villa itself made my breath catch as it looked like a dream under the moonlight. Two floors, a balcony wrapping around the top, an infinity pool spilling over like it was part of the sea. White and turquoise sunbeds lined the terrace, bamboo frames casting slim shadows on the stone.

We landed in one of the largest villas in their hotel. Some of the villas are in the sea itself. I can already see the white sand from here. I also see corals underneath As Grandpa Benji said, Aries paid the largest Villa. It was a two-story villa, it had its own pool and on the second floor, there's a huge slide to the sea. Its walls are made of glass, so you can see the sea wherever you go in the villa. There is also a yacht tied next to our villa. I hurried inside to go to the swimming pool. I feel that the view there is beautiful. And I was not wrong.

The second leg of their honeymoon took them to the crystal-clear waters of the Maldives — a private overwater villa perched on stilts above a turquoise lagoon. The villa had glass floors in the living area so they could watch fish swim beneath their feet, an infinity pool that blended into the ocean, and a large outdoor deck with direct access to the water. Elena stood on the deck at sunset, wearing only a sheer white cover-up that did nothing to hide her body. The warm tropical breeze teased her skin as Damian approached from behind, his hands sliding around her waist.

The roofs were flat and draped in greenery, and the entire front of the house was open to the elements, allowing the trade winds to flow through the rooms like a living breath. Czar stopped the car and led Seraphina through the main entrance—a massive pivot door of reclaimed driftwood. As they stepped inside, Seraphina caught her breath. The villa didn't just have a sea view; it was the sea. The living area flowed directly into an infinity pool that seemed to merge into the horizon, creating an endless expanse of shimmering sapphire.

A smirk appeared. "Yes?" "What is that?" "The villa, your house." I stared. The villa sat on the edge of the cliffs overlooking the sea. White stone walls. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Several terraces. An infinity pool that seemed to disappear directly into the ocean. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze. The entire place looked like something celebrities rented for magazines. Not something normal people stayed in. Not even something rich people stayed in. Something absurdly rich people stayed in. The SUV came to a stop.