Novel House Hampstead Novels & Stories

" She straightened her spine, arrogance burning in her eyes. My father still kept his voice steady, though surprise was obvious in his face. "Don't get too proud. That's only the first match. "You still have two more. Nothing is settled yet." Sophie lifted her chin with a winner's smile. "Just watch. I'll hit the next two too." Over the next two days, Marissa did exactly what she had done in my previous life. She pushed Sophie's image everywhere. In just forty-eight hours, the story that the Foster family had found a lucky charm spread through Harbor City's elite circles.

Adele, to Rose's surprise, looked very easily convinced, rather than withholding her help, as if it was natural for her to go along with, "You're the new Mrs. Vamcap. And today, I'm going to teach you how we, the matriarchs of this family ia, we deal with those who try to harm ours.” The mansion where Alphonse and Hazel lived was exactly as Rose had expected, opulent, full of absurdly luxurious details that were anything but necessary, and excessively large, though it couldn't even be thought to rival the magnificence of the Vamcap home. There were clearly too few employees for such a large place, and they all looked apathetic, like they didn't have a soul anymore or something. And, even tho

Though I wasn't close to my parents, I couldn't picture my life without either of them. >How's PJ?< Benson asked through the link as I pulled up to the pack house. The massive structure stood out like a sore thumb. It was four stories high with over 1000 rooms. The outdoor walls were a light yellow. The windows were floor to ceiling. There was a winding staircase on the side of the house that led to the outside patio. >Sleeping. What happened to the bitch? >She was fired on the spot. Principal Damon said that we'll be having a new teacher in the morning. Class ended when Preston ran off

I rested my head against the corridor’s mahogany paneled wall outside the library, sinking into the sensation of being home. The sweet scent of honeysuckle wound through the open window out over the formal gardens that were kissed with the early morning’s light. How hadn’t I noticed just how beautiful it was? The House of Heights had been my grand inheritance, duty, and responsibility, but for a decade, it hadn’t felt like somewhere I knew or was safe. Yet after returning from my aunt’s and strengthening the wards against her, at

And it was October, meaning it was either overcast or raining all the damn time. The novel called for wet weather. Well, it was wet all right. I swerved out of traffic and made my way down A Street, then B, then C. Who the hell named streets after letters? Finally, I stopped at my destination and turned off the truck. My new place was a six-bedroom beach house that had fallen on hard times and been recently renovated. The owners had put in a quarter of a million in updates, and were more than thrilled that a movie star was going to be their first renter.

He told her and she nodded her head. The car stopped by a house in the hill that was hidden from below as it was covered by some tall trees. Just as what you'd expect a Hampton's property to look like, the house was a two story building with Mrs Hampton's grandiose touch in it. It was painted in pure white and the front were covered in tinted glasses. Weird but beautiful and screams wealth. Ace wrapped his hand around her waist and started leading her towards the house. Catherine turned her head to check their luggages and saw Mike pulling them out of the trunk. She smiled at him and slowly turned her head back to the front.

‘Oh, he went along with it. Haldane smiled. How sweet! He let his face assume a slightly surprised look. ‘You did say your last name was Stapleton?' Haldane said, forcing just the right amount of bemusement into his voice. ‘Not the same Miss Stapleton who owns and runs the Orchid House?' Electra’s eyes widened in surprise. She didn’t think the average holidaymaker even knew the Orchid House existed - although they did now open certain hothouses to the public, at a reasonable entrance fee of

Dowen requested, that was the name of the middle aged man, he served as a housekeeper in the Gillian's mansion. Mr. Hampton looked around and saw that the house was exquisitely built, it had a lot embedded in it. “Very soon, I will own half of this and all the properties too” he mumbled. I know I can not have it all but when my daughter becomes their daughter in law, it will be easy, he chuckled. “The old fool does not even know my plans for his family; he thinks I will allow my daughter live with his handicapped son forever, he has failed” he grumbled.

But I told him that I had misunderstood, that I thought he We had to meet here. Damon prepares himself there... I advance towards the house and grab the wrist. I slowly open the door. This house, typical of the Hamptons. That is to say, excessively bling bling. The kind of house that I love. I huff and climb the stairs of White marble. This house is really beautiful, it looks like Damon. I walk down the hallway and once I spotted the room I'm looking for, I stops in front. Groom's bedroom Do not disturb.

AUDREY The Stark’s mansion in the Hamptons was a three-story private residence on an oceanfront. The house was obviously new, as the landscape was appealingly modern. The surfaces were white with graphite walls, had a garden and a pool, and anyone could see into the house from a distance, and the party didn’t seem to be simple as I was told as I could see many people inside. We headed towards the main door, and the guests instantly greeted Coulson while I jammed myself at his side, completely out of place and intimidated. My eyes were wandering around, looking for Gabriel instead, but I couldn’t find him anywhere.