The Villa Novels & Stories

Elissa's face looked confused. She didn't understand what Edgar meant. Edgar smiled and tried to explain more clearly. "I want to take you to a special place that has meaning for newly married couples. It's called the Love Villa, a small house by the beach hidden from the crowd." Hearing what Edgar said, Elissa could only shudder. She could never imagine herself living away from the crowd. Never once had she vacationed in deserted places. "No, thank you," refused Elissa.

“It’s isolated, but safe. You’ll have your own room. Plenty of space. No expectations.” Daphne didn’t answer at first. She looked out the window, watching the greenery blur past. Finally, she murmured, “I’ve heard that before.” Landon didn’t push. When they turned a bend and the jungle gave way to a stunning view of the ocean, the villa came into sight—perched on a hill with wide terraces, sun-bleached stone, and large glass windows that overlooked the cliffs. Ella stirred and sat up straighter. “That’s where we are staying,” Daphne told her as if in reassurance.

“To the villa, Phil. I muttered dryly and he immediately turned on the ignition and drove off swiftly while I leaned against the leather seat with my eyes closed. The villa was in a prestigious community which was meant for only the high level billionaires. I owned the biggest of all. My villa was situated at the top of the hill which was isolated with trees and forestry. No one dares to cross boundaries I got out of the car unhurriedly as soon as it pulled up in front of the mansion. Adrian, who was standing at the entrance of the maze gave me a Curt nod to inform me of the arrival of our guest. I smirked as I made my way towar

It would feel like coming home. The villa was up in the hills up a long steep track. It looked very isolated thought Millie, which as far as she was concerned was fine by her, the fewer people around the better. "Have you been here before?" She asked Gabriel. "Yes, we came last year, it belongs to a friend of ours," he leaned down to kiss her, as he gently worked his fingers down her top and into her bra searching for her warm nipple. "You'll meet her in a few weeks. Her name's Cassandra, and she works with Richie Howlett."

They were all thinking, 'This guy doesn't know the limit when it comes to bragging! "Sure!" Logan agreed without even looking. "Sir, are you really going to buy that villa?" The female sales assistant looked at Logan in surprise. "It's the best villa in the entire Elysium. It's built on an island surrounded by an artificial lake. It has an independent courtyard, a swimming pool, and the most luxurious ornaments. The house uses the most advanced system in the world.

Rebecca sighed and continued reading. Luciano made available to her a mansion named "The Villa" that was located on the outskirts of the city. She could live there while married to him and it would serve as a facade for their marriage, as Luciano established in that contract that he would have no relationship or bond with her. He would attend or stay at that house when he considered it necessary, but at no time would they sleep together or even be obliged to engage in conversation.

Sera's Point of View The villa was gorgeous. Like, actually gorgeous. Not just nice—stunning. White stone exterior, huge windows, gardens that looked professionally maintained. The kind of place I'd only ever seen in magazines. "This is where we're staying?" I asked as Giselle pulled up the driveway. "Yep! All ours." She was practically vibrating with excitement. "Well, technically it's Damon's, but he never uses it so now it's ours." She'd been talking nonstop the entire drive. About the villa, about the pack, about her brother.

Isabella told me it was an old Tuscan villa that had been in the Mirano family for years. This villa was huge. It consists of a dining room that has stone walls like the rest of the house. It had twelve bedrooms with en suite bathrooms. The kitchen was huge, with white cupboards looking beautiful. Isabella showed me the rest of the outside, which had a huge vineyard. She told me that they make their own wine and sell it. She promised to show me the place where everything happens, where they make their wine. They had a fitness room and a tennis court, including a swimming pool that is bigger than my old apartment. I was glad she showed me around because I would have surely gotten lost in this

“What are you doing here?” “I live here,” I told him. “Right over there. Villa 8.” “You…live here?” His eyes grew wide. “Yes. What are you doing here?” I asked him. A warm breeze ruffled his hair. We were surrounded by the twinkling lights of the path, the scent of freshly cut grass thick in the air. There was no one else around. “We’re renting a villa. Just over there,” he pointed. Right. Some of the villas in the resort community were time shares. They were all in a rental pool. I’d forgotten about that. With the pools and miles of sandy, private beach, the resort community was a popular vacation spot.