Viola Bly Manor Novels & Stories

Viola stood up, dusted off her knees, and headed out to finish her mother's errand. The upper corridors near the east side of the estate were quiet and dimly lit. She knew she was treading close to the forbidden wing where the staff rarely went. She found the storage closet quickly, grabbing the heavy silver candlesticks and clutching them to her chest. She turned to leave, but the sound of a door clicking open down the intersecting hallway made her freeze. Heavy footsteps echoed on the marble. A man stepped around the corner. He was dressed in a sharp suit, with a thin, perfectly groomed face that mirrored her mother's. When he looked up and saw her standing there, a slow, familiar smile sp

At first, I didn't see anything, everywhere was dark, then lightning split the sky. And for one bright second, a tall man stood behind my window, in a perfect suit, his hands behind his back. He looked so calm even in the storm, his eyes were fixed on me. Adrain Vale. The lights went off, and everywhere in my apartment was covered with darkness. I couldn't see anything, I could only hear the sound of rain outside. And somewhere inside the darkness, very close to me, he said softly. “You should have answered the door.”

"She's a witch, that's what she is! Drove the master to madness she did!" "Madness?" What do you mean?" she asked. She patted her pockets, and to her relief, found the journal written by Dorothy. "And Dorothy, you mean Dorothy Stein? She wrote this, didn't she?" She took out the journal, and Basil instinctively flinched at its sight. "Get that damned thing away from me!" he roared. "That witch... it's her fault!" Still puzzled, she opened up the journal to try and find anything about the brothers who worked for the mansion. Fortunately, she found a short entry about them in one of the pages.

"Alicia isn't doing well. So, we celebrated the New Year in Cloudspire, Brindley. She suddenly felt like playing piano, and we did Moonlight Sonata together tonight. "Afterward, she cried. I've asked someone to move the piano to the storeroom and lock it up. That should keep her from seeing it and feeling sentimental." … Willow turned this particular picture around and saw an extremely familiar sight. It was Grandview Manor. She couldn't believe it, but it was undoubtedly Grandview Manor. She had never known that the manor had such an elegant name. Did Alicia name the manor Cloudspire?

“Great Xenia, I praise your great strength and your flair for justice so I am calling you to beg for help. My daughter has been bethroned to an old man who is past the prime of his life. I know she will suffer if she marries him so I have no choice but to beg you for a solution. Please escort the old man to the afterlife. If you can do this for me, I'll devote my life to you and convince everyone I know to worship your name.” Violet said on the bed, playing with her chin. She's crafty, I like it. The task was a simple one. Since the woman had prayed to her, she now has access to all of her memories. Therefore, she could find the man Calista was talking about easily. She went into a meditativ

His metallic blue eyes were dark and without warmth, his face cold and freezing. Viola shuddered and lowered her head immediately. She had not expected him to turn around but now he did, she couldn't shake off the uneasiness that swirled in the pit of her stomach or the goosebumps that covered her skin. She racked her brain for something else to say but couldn't find any. He already went through all the footage provided by Alfonso from the video surveillance cameras in the mansion and no doubt, he knew everything. Anything else she told him was extra information. One that may not have been recorded by the cameras.

Liora’s POV Business had been, frankly, chaotic—in the best possible way. Within three months, I’d acquired another building in New York. The third casino under my family’s name was officially in progress. I was walking through the lobby with the décor team, halfway into a conversation about light fixtures, when a woman—yes, an actual woman—came flying out of nowhere and practically collapsed at my feet. I looked down. Viola. “Viola?” She stood, brushing herself off like nothing had happened, and flashed a tiny diamond ring that was barely visible unless you had a microscope handy.

Blythe turned without waiting to see if Violet followed. She did. Because apparently that was who she was now. A woman following strangers deeper into billionaire Dracula’s mansion because her Nissan had betrayed her and capitalism was a blood sport. The morning room was not morning-like at all. It was dark green, lined with books, and warmed by a fire that looked too elegant to have been made for actual heat. A phone sat on an antique side table, black and heavy and old-fashioned enough to make Violet suspicious. Mrs. Blythe gestured toward it.

******** In Bayfront Estates, Amelia had just ordered her staff to get to the bottom of who sent thugs to destroy her car when a sharp knock cut through her concentration. She tucked her phone away and went to greet whoever was at the door. Viola appeared on the doorstep, her smile bright and full of excitement. "Amelia!" Viola’s eyesight had gotten a little better now. Fuzzy shapes had started to appear, but she still couldn't see everything clearly. Maybe it was just luck, maybe something more, she decided not to overthink it. Instead, she focused on making the most of every day. “So, what's got you grinning like that? Something good happened?" Amelia asked, running a gentle hand through V

The second she’s done, she dishes it into a container and hands it over. “Go. And tell her she better eat all of it.” I don’t wait to respond. I’m already out the door, gripping the cooler tightly as I drive back to Viola’s house. But the second I pull up, I notice something that makes my stomach tighten. A car. Not just any car. Julian’s car. I park and step out, my jaw clenching as I make my way inside. And then I see them. Viola is in the living room, standing—barely. She still looks weak, too pale, like she should be in bed. But my eyes flick past her to the man beside her.