Novel & Cerita The Casa Blanca Siesta Key

came Lucas again, still looking at the White House. "Well, I guess you and Cassie are on the same boat on that one!" responded Natasha, making herself chuckle at the pun in her response. "So, any specific locale?" "Miami, Santa Cruz, Casablanca..." "Uuuh...somebody has a thing for beaches!" blurted Natasha as she sat at the base of the railing, facing the hotel while Lucas was resting his elbows against the railing. "Yeah, it's just so relaxing and the view-the view is just awesome!"

"Come on. We don't have all day." We followed a hidden trail that was barely visible. The vegetation was so thick the sunlight barely got through. Luca complained about mosquitoes every three steps. I was sweating in places I didn't even know existed. Then, out of nowhere, the brush opened up. And I stopped. The house was white. All white. Made of light wood, with a huge porch that faced straight out to the ocean. Floor-to-ceiling windows that mirrored the blue sky. A curved staircase leading up to a second floor. And in the back, in the yard, a natural pool carved into the rocks, seawater flowing in and out.

I grabbed my keys from the table. “Where are you going, Tom? Are you going to leave me here?” Lisa pouted. “Wait for me. I will be right back.” I took the elevator down the building. Selene was definitely acting out, and I needed to put her in place. She belongs to me and no one else. I drove frantically, switching between lanes. Then finally, I pulled up in front of the building. A ‘de casa blanca’ signpost was displayed across the front.

I peered out of my dirty car window at the big mansion and had to consciously raise my jaw back up off my chest. I knew houses like this populated the island, but I hadn't actually been this close to one before now. Perfect white marble columns were flanked by lush tropical greenery, and scenic balconies hung out at regular intervals. The place was huge. Grandiose. Palatial. It belonged in a movie. And according to my roommate, it was actually one of the smaller mansions of the island. Key Island was the home of two extremely exclusive resorts, a smattering of multimillion dollar homes, and some locals to help run it all. The island was known as the island for people with more money than the

I said. She shook her head. “It’s not a resort like Sandals. It has five private cabanas, sitting on the water. The main house is about the size of your penthouse with a full staff and a helicopter pad. You can also reach the island by boat. The last renovation was five years ago, so everything is still in prime condition. It would be perfect for you.” “Me?” I asked. “Sorry, your client. I think it would be perfect for the client.”

Serafina hadn't been to this estate since her wedding day, and even looking at it now, a wave of nostalgia hit her. It was a beautiful mansion with cream walls and Greek columns, windows on almost every side, and was generally surrounded by well-kept lush green grass and flowers, but given the snowfall, it was surrounded by fields of white. Unlike Salvatore's estate, it was much smaller and had only two floors with a single basement. Being rectangular in shape, it wasn't divided into wings, but there were certain rooms which had been kept closed off to the public when the Costa's resided here.

“I asked him to fetch me some fresh gata for my maja blanca, but he’s been taking his sweet time.” Isagani laughed. “That sounds delicious, Manang.” He turned to me. “Reya, these are Manang Adoracion and Manong Nilo. They take care of that beach house over there.” He pointed toward an elegant structure nestled a bit further from the main resort—white wood, wide glass panels, modern with touches of western charm. “Manang Adoracion makes the best maja blanca on the island,” he added with a grin. “You don’t need to flatter me, Sir,” she said, laughing. “But if you’re free later, come by for merienda.”

Looking back from that very first time I saw her, I have to say that I've got a strong feeling that we have a connection. Although she was young back then, while I'm a teen wolf without a mate and is troubled by the relationship I have with my father. That did not hinder my emotions from slowly building. Hotel Blanca is written on the front side of the white building which is consisted of fifty floors that stands in the heart of the City. The wide name with glittering lights all over, attracts the people into its fancy decorated wide entrance hall. "Good evening, do you have a reservation sir?" The smiling face of the hotel receptionist puts me back to reality. We were already standing at th

"I'm just going to rest a little because I'm going to accompany Cole to the port later to get the new furniture." "Well, you haven't eaten yet," she said to me. It's already noon. It was lunchtime. "I'll eat later, besh. You guys can eat without me." I didn't wait for her to answer and I left. My house is just behind the beach resort that I own. This is just a simple three-bedroom bungalow, which is also the house of the former owner of the resort. The previous name of the resort was Facundo Beach. Today, it is the Mairaos Resort.

“El Colita Real is one of the biggest mansions in San Luis, owned by billionaires Ricardo Martinez and Upcoming Mayor Veronica Flores Martinez. It is a 9,500 square expanse built on the ruins of the first city hall of San Luis. . .” When they were done with their five hundred-word essay on the origin of the building, another maid stepped forward with a small notepad in her hand. “Here is your schedule for the rest of the day. Permit me to read it out, Ms. Martinez?” “Excuse me?” Ignoring Lara’s state of confusion, Alma continued. “By 5:30 pm, you’ll have the house tour which will be given by Janice.” Janice flashed her thirty-two in an exaggerated smile.