Downton Abbey Novels & Stories

Sean had told me that there was a cook on call should I want something to eat but otherwise, Natasha and I were on our own. I changed out of my wedding dress, taking great pleasure in clearing my face of make up before having a long hot shower and then lounging around in my pajamas and robe. I found a steamy romance to read on the shelf in the library, made myself some tea and a cheese sandwich and settled down to spend a peaceful evening. Natasha came in to join me, sitting across from me in the library with a sigh. “Well I have looked around. Not much. I don’t think he spends much time here. House looks like a show room – like someone decorated it for architectural digest then forgot to li

“Don’t you know that your daughter-in-law went to the Dowling family’s banquet last night? She went with Mrs. Stone instead of accompanying her mother-in-law. Do you two not get along? “I didn’t go to the Dowlings’ banquet, but if you ask me, the Dowlings’ status isn’t worthy of your daughter-in-law attending. Even if she’s a country bumpkin, she’s the eldest missus of the York family after marrying your son. She should be mingling with the upper crust instead of a middle-class family like the Dowlings.

It looked as if it was something a duke would have lived in during the 18th century. They both waited in silence as the driver walked around and opened their doors. Jade bent her neck, glancing up at the massive architecture. The stone walls stood at attention nearly forty-feet above her. She stepped out of the car and took in a deep breath, reacquainting herself with the fragrance of evergreens and bucolic surroundings. She heard Miguel's footsteps approaching. "You live in Downtown Abbey?" She joked and gave him a little nudge with her shoulder, smiling up at him. They both gazed up at the building together, and she pondered what he was thinking.

Robert did nothing but stand over me, blaming me for what had happened, he couldn't defend me instead he watched the witch leave untouched. How can a man stand and watch his wife being beaten? Did he even have any affection for me at all? I glanced at the wall clock. Five-thirty. Too late for this nonsense. “Good evening Mr and Mrs white,” the new maid that we had replaced greeted, setting down a tray filled with plates of scrambled eggs and toast. Her hands shook slightly as she placed mine in front of me. I frowned immediately, taking offense at her lack of professionalism and expertise. “What is good about the morning?” I asked, eyeing her from head to toe in anger.

The driver from my house came to pick me up, and after getting in the car, he unexpectedly asked, "Is my wife asleep?" The driver uncle was taken aback, "I don't think so. I heard Anna say that Mrs. Mercer was in the greenhouse all evening." Dawson stopped talking and sat in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, closing his eyes to rest. The Mercer's mansion, located in the heart of the city, was a grand and opulent residence. It was built in the 19th century and stood as a symbol of wealth and power. The mansion boasted intricate architectural details, with its towering columns and ornate carvings. Inside, the rooms were adorned with luxurious furnishings and exquisite artwork. The Mercer famil

Since everything that happened none of them made the effort to try and contact me, and honestly I think it was for the best because I would not be very happy if anyone tried to get closer to Abbey. The nuptial march starts playing and I see Abbey walking down the isle with her beautiful princess wedding dress, she doesn’t look like a princess she looks like a fucking Queen. And that is what she is, a queen, she rules my heart. I can’t help but smile and I can feel tears threatening to spill and for once I allow myself to cry in public. Why not? There’s no shame in a man crying when he is filled with love and happiness.

After taking a shower and getting dressed for bed, Abby sat in her room and tried to read. Then she tried to watch TV, but she couldn't concentrate on anything. Finally, she tried to go to sleep, but Darcy and Wentworth decided that it was time to run around like demons, almost knocking over a lamp in the process.

"Yeah. She confessed to it herself. She said she did it while you guys were downstairs celebrating her birthday. While I was upstairs, suffocating and collapsing on the floor, you were singing 'Happy Birthday'." All color drained from Adam's face. Suddenly, he coughed up blood and collapsed backward. "Adam!" Beau and Claude shouted in horror. I watched the scene coldly, then turned around and linked my arm through Elliot's. "The show is over, Mr. Henderson. Let's go." He lowered his head and looked at me. A trace of admiration danced in his eyes. "Sure. Whatever you want."

Alfred Rickman’s estate in the English countryside reminded Rachel of Downtown Abbey. The ginormous manor house was surrounded by lush greenery, woods, and many hills in the distance. The lawn was trimmed to perfection and the two fountains in front of the house were reminiscent of those exquisite marble statues in Rome. The place looked like something out of a Beatrix Potter storybook.

“Simple and believable.” Chase shakes his head. “Too boring. He needs something that sounds like it belongs.” “Knox Carrington,” Finley says. “Third son of the Carrington estate. Tragic past. High cheekbones. Impeccable taste in toast.” Theo snorts. “Okay, settle down, Downton Abbey.” “I was trying to add depth,” Finley teases. “I’m writing down Taylor for now,” Deacon interrupts. “Unless someone gives me a better, realistic option.”