Chateau Castel Novels & Stories

he said, handing her a glass. She took it, their fingers brushing, and sipped. The wine was exquisite....rich and complex with notes of dark cherry and spice. "This is a 2015 Château Margaux," she said, recognizing it immediately from her years working with collectors. "This bottle costs thousands." "You're worth it." His eyes never left hers. "Tell me about the Rousseau collection. Why do you want it so badly?" The question surprised her. Damien rarely asked about gallery business, he left that to her expertise.

Belle Rose knew that she would have an adventure while at the castle, and she sticks close to Fatima as they and everyone else had to walk around to the castle entrance. Belle Rose felt someone staring at her, and she didn't know who nor where the person is staring at her from. Annabelle gave the information and the drawing of the castle. Belle Rose place the information and the drawing of the castle in her backpack. Annabelle started the tour on the grounds, and they had lunch. Annabelle led the tour inside of the Hohenzollern castle, and Belle Rose felt something bad would happen.

“We will see that the bills are paid at once, and the power is restored. But if you don’t mind, we would like very much for you not to refer to the place as Chateau Marez.” “Oui, that is not a problem,” the man said with a wide grin as Ember looked at him with an almost cheeky expression on her middle-aged face. “Before Monsieur Marez bought the property, this was called Chateau Bordeaux. It was once the largest estate in the parish, until investors began purchasing land for development and vineyards.” “How old is this place?” Fontanna asked, speaking up for the first time.

I let her hold my hand until we finally reached the top of the hill where Château de Nosferatu is situated. "Of course, it's a typical hunted castle. I expect nothing less," Oslec said while staring at the castle in front of him. "It's a century-old castle of course it is hunted," I said to him. We entered the main door without knocking as if was already open when we get there. The place was simply mounds of the earth a typical medieval castle design. Weird gothic paintings are all over the walls and ancient artifacts that must have cost a fortune were simply scattered around. There must be hundreds of rooms inside and it will be difficult for us to search for each one of them just to find o

“Dear Lord I'm going thank you for a safe journey and a wonderful time in France, Lord I'm going down to dinner which means I will be meeting up with Xandros, please….don't let him engage me in any conversation whatsoever, let me just be invisible to him for the rest of my stay here, and please…….. protect my family for me, Everyone including Desiree and our unborn child, Amen!!!” I stepped out of my room with my head high believing that he Xandros will not even see me. The beautiful gold and white aesthetic of the chateau is what gets me everytime, I have always thought that white and gold do not really suit me but seeing this in the chateau always makes me want to have one for myself. I ju

“Welcome to Château du Clos Lucé.” Charlie suddenly gasped at the name that Alvah mentioned. “Oh God. Are we where I think we are?” She simply nodded. As soon as she knocked, someone opened the door and smiled. “Bienvenue.“ “Bienvenue.” She folded the parasol and placed it in a corner near the door, “This is Leonardo da Vinci’s castle.” And just as the entire hall of his house has amused her, a man walked up to both of them clad in a fancy cloak, almost naked.

“Nothing that will weigh you down tonight.” “We’re offering a rare wine tonight,” the waiter cut in as he returned. “Château Margaux, 2010 vintage. Bordeaux. Limited production. It aged in French oak barrels, and carries notes of blackcurrant, tobacco, and leather with a touch of spice on the finish.” He poured small into Dante’s glass and he sipped, giving a single approving nod. The waiter turned to me and poured another. I lifted the glass, my hand trembling slightly, and took a sip. The taste was smooth and not too sweet, but all I could think about was the toy inside me.

Storm stopped the car outside Château de Selene. Pulling out a foldable wheelchair from the boot, he opened the passenger seat door and helped Jay into the wheelchair. Château de Selene was the largest building within Tourmaline Estate, designed to look like luxurious French buildings. Within it held thousands of guards and five to six hundred nannies and servants alike. The place was an embodiment of wealth. Every movement made since the second Storm pushed Jay through Château de Selene’s garden entrance was watched by the castle’s surveillance system.

“Let me guess—Chateau Jeremy?” He laughed. “You know me too well.” The drive south was familiar, the rolling hills and winding roads to Castle Rock as much a part of Alexandra’s routine as the city itself. She’d been to Jeremy’s chateau many times—sometimes just the two of them, sometimes with Heather or Alicia joining for a weekend of laughter, wine, and late-night stories by the fire. The house was old and beautiful, a French chateau built in 1883, with ivy climbing its stone walls, turrets silhouetted against the sky, and eight bedrooms including the grand master suite.

Mateo motioned the server over to me so that I could try the wine first. He approached me, uncorking the bottle, and gently pouring it into my wine glass. "Chateau Lafite Rothschild from Pauillac, France. Dated 1844." He put an extra uumpf into pronouncing the French words with more emphasis. I nodded my head in appreciation, although I had no idea what all those words and numbers meant.