The Villa Book Novels & Stories

He handed it to her. It was a simple note: "Day One. Love you. Always." Valeria's breath caught. “You’re counting the days?” “We didn’t get to count the days we lost. So now we count the ones we get.” She let out a shaky laugh and walked straight into his arms. — Inside the Villa The villa was more beautiful than she imagined—arched ceilings, soft stone walls, tall windows draped in white gauze. Everything smelled like sun and lemons. Kc gave her the grand tour: the little writing room that overlooked the garden. The wine cellar. The claw-foot tub.

“You’re insufferable. Whatever. I finalised a villa for Elara and Cora just an hour ago. I’m sending you the address—get here as soon as possible.” He doesn’t explain anything further. Just as he disconnects the call, a message comes right away. I look at the map and instantly approve of the location. After exactly thirty minutes, when I make it to the villa, I’m welcomed by a dozen maids and other servants working their asses off to make sure the villa is ready by the evening. They are cleaning, mopping, and bringing in and out new pieces of furniture, which I wonder were selected by Lucas himself. The man does seem aloof sometimes, but surprisingly, he always knows what he’s doing.

Lucien’s territory was a mystery, and every step felt like walking a knife’s edge. “Move,” Vira said, already halfway out the door, her braid swinging like a rope. I followed, my boots whispering against the stone, the corridor stretching ahead, its walls draped with tapestries of wolves howling under starlit skies. Torches sputtered in their brackets, painting the air with smoke and warmth, the scent of burning resin mingling with the ever-present pine that seeped through every crack. The villa was a fortress carved into the mountainside, its halls winding like veins, each turn revealing glimpses of Lucien’s world—polished wood beams, iron chandeliers dripping with crystals that caught the

“It’s beautiful.” Roman scanned the tiny porch, the single lantern swaying in the wind, the too-small windows. “It’s a trap,” he muttered. “What?” “Nothing,” he said quickly, tugging his luggage from the car. “Just…beautiful like you said.” Inside, the villa was cosy — too cosy. A fireplace on one end, soft curtains, polished wood floors, and right in the centre of the bedroom….one bed. Large, yes, but unmistakably one. Tessa stopped at the doorway. “Oh. Okay.”

I whisper leaving a kiss on his lips. He captures my lips in mine carrying menuo bridal style, I giggle as he leads me into the bedroom, leaving trails of kisses on my naked body as we make love underneath the shining stars. The next morning we head to London and in a few hours we land and the car takes us to the Vila. My eyes open wide in shock as we drive down the Villa Road, the sides are filled with beautiful flowers and lined with statues “We have numerous Vilas like this around the world Bella, this is nothing,” he says, his facial expression unchanging

Meanwhile, at the Callahans’ grand villa in the suburbs… It was a grand villa specially constructed by the Callahans where the most important family members resided in. At the moment, Thea was sitting on an armchair in the courtyard of the villa. Holding a book on prenatal education in her hand, she read the book out loud. Boom! All of a sudden, the door was kicked open. Thea stood up immediately as a group of unknown men rushed into the compound. A man could be seen tumbling and staggering his way in.

As Drakon led Claire, Jacob, and Elaine to the villa, they saw that it was bigger than they thought, and far grander than any villa in the city. Even as Jacob and Elaine were left astonished, they noticed over ten young women, standing in a line and waiting, led by a middle-aged woman. As Claire, Jacob, and Elaine approached, they bowed at them, with Drakon introducing the middle-aged woman first. "Everyone, this is Lily—she is in charge of the villa, and also my wife. She will be seeing to all your needs personally." Lily looked around forty—although there were some wrinkles around her eyes, she still looked strong and sharp.

Caesar teased, casting a playful glance at Amaliah, who sat beside him, her hand gently resting on her slightly rounded belly. She chuckled softly. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” “Very much,” he said, his voice tender. “Seeing you and the girls like this... it feels like home.” They passed through tall wrought-iron gates and continued up the cobbled driveway of Villa Bellavigna, the car eventually coming to a stop in front of the resort. Nestled within a private vineyard estate, the villa exuded old-world charm and refined elegance—rose gardens in full bloom, marble fountains dancing in the breeze, and breathtaking panoramic views.

“Move on. She’s not here.” We waited until we were sure they were gone. “I like books,” I told him quietly. “Books?” Aien raised an eyebrow. “That’s a rather wide subject.” “I like stories,” I blushed. “I like learning about the past, reading the stories of other people’s lives and adventures. In Uyan Taesil, there is a library so very full of books that I feel I could read every day for the remainder of my life and never reach the end of them. That seems like a great shame, don’t you think? That there are stories right there on the shelves, on that parchment, that I will never know, and that, perhaps, no one else will either, for I’m quite certain that, other than my father, no one ever goe

Rebecca took the towel off her head and sat on the opposite bed, Villa almost giggled at her short hair standing in all directions but she held it, at this moment she wanted Rebecca's undivided attention. She brushed over the wooden box, its an old ammunition crate she colored black with a can of spray paint, and in here lies her entire history with the Cross. "Since you now have a bullseye on the back of your head, I think its time you see this" Villa said opening it, she took out a book and blew the dust off. "What is it?" Rebecca asked. "You wanted to know how I met Skyler right?" "Yeah?" "Look there, last entry" Villa said holding the book to her.