Chateau Castel Novels & Stories

“I heard about your conflict, but I hope you are aware that he loves you so much, no less than Patrick’s father.” “What are you talking about?” Mike just joined them. “I was just telling Jack about the history of the Château de Fontaine-Henry. It is interesting that the owners of the castle were the same family for over ten centuries.” Jo tried to make a story that he won’t be suspicious about their dismissed conversation. “Hm…” “The castle is fully furnished and still inhabited, houses a remarkable collection of paintings, which were created during the French Revolution. The paintings of Nicolas Mignard, Rubens, Correggio and many more adorn the walls of the specious halls. And we are goin

She was unimpressed by the sign, not the guy. “You must be Monsieur Reign.” His accent was thick. “A pleasure to meet you.” I guess he was unaware of our history then. Because normally, people from Olivia’s life flipped me a bird when they saw me. “So where are we going?” I asked him. “We have rented out this beautiful Chateau built in the seventeenth century. Trust me, it is the perfect place of retreat for city-birds like yourselves.” “A Chateau?” Olivia asked. “Not a hotel?”

The day Maurizio had waited for ages was coming closer and closer. He was finally marrying the man he fell in love with and had only loved him. He looks at the venue they were marrying and it was nothing less than a fairytale come true. "Chateau de Vallery is a spectacular Renaissance chateau, with every corner exuding history and romance. Pierre Lescot, the architect of the Louvre, built it. This dreamy French wedding venue is 100km from Paris and 90km from Orly Airport. You can sleep with up to 56 guests, so you can have all your favourite people celebrating in one place! Chateau de Vallery boasts a banquet hall, floating gardens, multiple terraces, and a swimming pool, to name a few of it

she challenged, placing her hands on her waist. Christian didn’t even bother answering. He simply turned and walked out heading towards the car. “Come,” he said, Daniella sighed but followed anyway. _____________________________________________ The car slowed down in front of a towering glass building that reflected the golden glow of the evening sun like a mirror of wealth and power. Daniella leaned slightly forward, her eyes narrowing as she tried to read the name etched boldly across the entrance. “Le Château Noir.” The name alone sounded expensive. The kind of place where people didn’t just come to eat they came to be seen.

EVE After what felt like an hour drive, we stopped in front of a black gate. The driver pressed a button on the center console of the car, causing the driveway in front of us to open up. Driving through, we were met with a half-roundabout where Alex then opened the car door and helped me out. Looking up, in front of me stood an incredibly large château. Unlike the museum, this house took on a contemporary style. The exterior had been covered in a layer of concrete while the lining of the house was a cream-like color with hints of black as well. Surrounding the entirety of the front was a perfectly manicured lawn with gravel trims on the left side while there were over-hanging trees and shrub

Some chairs were removed. In their place, a long central table was arranged— Now filled with an impressive display of fine wine. Crystal bottles gleamed under the lights. Among them were: Château Margaux 2005 Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon 2012 Romanée-Conti Grand Cru Penfolds Grange Shiraz Each one— Worth a fortune. Each one— A statement. — Then— The Grand Elder stepped forward once again. Microphone in hand. "Everyone," he said.

"Abernathy told me this chateau used to belong to a Nicolas and Lorette Vouges. They had two children, Pierre and Jessette as well as a title and prestige. They disappeared a while ago, leaving the place unused. We are supposed to be their relatives, cousins to Nicolas Vouges. We are to say we were asked to stop by and make sure the place is still accommodating. Abernathy set us up so we can stay until we've located what we need." He was talking about the crown. I had wondered how I would get to the piece without Laeddin using his magic to pop us wherever we needed to be. "Are we close to the crown piece then?" I faced Christopher, my vampire vision having no trouble seeing. But it occurred

he raises one to my view, “has one of the rare and expensvie vintages stored.” “Chateau su Sang Noir eighteen ninety-six,” I spell out as he hands it over. “What does that mean?” “Black blood estate. This one here,” he points to a bottle shaped oddly, “is Tenuta Marevelenata eighteen ninety-nine. Means Haunted Sea estate.” “If you look at it that way, this place is haunted with the presence of the maiden.” We burst into laughter at how ridiculous it sounds. “I’ll say we start with this for now. If you may, my kind sir.”

Yolanda led Summer and Susanne to a quiet corner of the hall. She explained softly, "I went around the hall earlier. I found that most of the wines in the competition were from Hennessy, Château Lafite Rothschild, Rémy Martin, Château Latour, and Château Haut-Brion. You can narrow it down to these five winehouses in the competition." Through Yolanda's keen observation, she realized that only wines from five specific winehouses were served at the party, with no other varieties present.

The chapel erupted into applause, and the bells of Sainte-Chapelle rang triumphantly. From there, the newlyweds and their guests were whisked away to their reception at the Château de Vaux-le-Vicomte, a 17th-century estate just outside Paris. The chateau’s grand gardens were transformed into a dreamlike setting, illuminated by thousands of fairy lights and candlelit lanterns. Long banquet tables were adorned with gold-rimmed plates, crystal glassware, and towering floral centerpieces. As the sun set, the atmosphere became even more magical, the sky painted in hues of pink and lavender.