Chateau Castel Novels & Stories

He hadn’t had any luck in any of the other houses in the resort. “I got the information,” I said, trying to keep my voice composed despite the rush of adrenaline. “The chateau is on an island called Montbriant. It’s off the coast of Brittany, France. Alex confirmed it’s Henry’s ‘secret base’.” Joe’s eyes lit up with determination. “Montbriant. Alright, let’s head over there. We’ll gather the team and make a plan.” I hesitated, thinking about the implications. “Actually, I need to make a slight adjustment to our approach.”

I wаntеd tо rаvіѕh her rіght thеrе оn the tаblе. Thе ѕоmmеlіеr came by аnd asked uѕ if we hаd аnу preferences. "Baron de Rоthѕсhіld, рlеаѕе. The Chаtеаu Mоutоn Bordeaux… the '49, іf уоu have іt."

A back car stopped in front of a big castle. Quickly the chauffeur came out of the car and opened the backseat door. Mark stepped out of the car and looked at his front at the huge castle- Castle of Velrenia. Michael too stood beside him. Castle of Velrenia is more like an illusion for humans. There were hundreds of rooms in the castle excluding the Palace offices. The Palace Chief head Brodie Cloy came there and shook hands with Mark, followed by Michael. “It is my pleasure to meet you. Hope you have a safe journey,” Brodie stated as he stepped back.

Lambert snapped. Before Bella could respond further, Alexander Moreau appeared, silent and imposing. His gaze swept the room, landing on Lambert, then Bella. “Problem?” His voice carried a weight that silenced everyone. Lambert bristled. “Your assistant insulted me, Moreau. I requested Château Margaux. I received… this.” Alexander’s jaw tightened. He took the glass from Lambert, swirling the liquid once before setting it down. “This is Château Pichon Baron,” he said coolly. “One of France’s finest vintages. If you consider it an insult, Monsieur Lambert, perhaps your palate is not as refined as you claim.”

Since when have I become so Neanderthal? He backs off and waits for me to hand him my keys to drive the car away. Roxy takes my hand as she slips out of the vehicle and looks up at the lit up chateau with its for spiked turrets. “It’s breathtaking,” she says. Indeed, it is. Orange uplighters surround it and provide a beautiful glow against the stonework, the large castle style doors are open, providing an amber glow to cast over the few long, stone steps leading up to them.

~092 Ascension The Château de Roux was a fortress masquerading as elegance. Hidden deep in the Bordeaux countryside, the ancient estate had been restored to perfection-complete with marble courtyards, a ballroom bathed in gold light, and towering iron gates laced with hidden surveillance. Nova never did anything halfway. Bella adjusted the silk sash of her midnight-blue gown as she stepped out of the sleek black car. Her heels clicked against the gravel, the night air sharp with pine and smoke.

Five minutes later, both set down their glasses almost simultaneously. “Cheval Blanc 1947, Lafite 1869, Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon 1992, Lafite 1787, Margaux 1787, Romanee-Conti 1990, Margaux 2009," Darrell rattled off, casting a challenging glance at Sarah. “Now, bark! Or perhaps you'd like Renee’s assistance." Kristopher squinted his eyes.

I stated rather than asked. Thomas's eyes widened, and Louis stopped scrolling through his phone so abruptly I thought he might have frozen. "Château Beaumont," Louis whispered. "That's where we're headed. The French castle tour." My stomach dropped. "That's where it happened, isn't it?" Thomas nodded slowly. "I think so. In my dreams, there's always a stone courtyard, and those distinctive arched windows..." He trailed off, looking pale. "I've seen pictures of the château in our itinerary. It matches."

He questioned, "Having second thoughts?" "No," she answered as she fixed her hair. "Never." "Good. There’s no going back now." "I know." Callie looked out the window as the cab drove through the wrought iron gates and down a long driveway. The limestone facade of the Castillo mansion came into view and she stepped out of the cab to enter the large glass doors. The security for the event checked the invitations as people walked through the marble foyer. When she was researching about the mansion, she learned it had been built in the late 1920's in the French chateau style with over twenty bedrooms.

Sean had no children but he loved his niece and nephew with all his heart. The Russell castle at the outskirt of Paris was one of the most expensive properties in France. JRT had bought it 35yrs ago from a duke who was a close friend and renovated it. The castle was over 150yrs old and it was made up of rocks. The entire castle occupied about 5acres of land and it comprised of a lake and a lot of bushy and undeveloped lands.