Hard Noble Lady Novels & Stories

The man, with a dismissive attitude, replied, “I’m not anything special. I just want to tell you that judging a refined young lady isn’t about how much she looks like a nouveau riche with money plastered all over her.” “A true refined young lady exudes inner grace, taste, and a noble aura from deep within. The elegance you see in every gesture and movement is what truly defines her. It’s like that girl named Isabella over there, who’s leagues above this kind of vulgar imitation.” He pointed at Cynthia as if she were a pile of garbage and covered his nose. “All I smell from you is a cheap, tacky odor.” ***

With barely disguised contempt and a hunger for the smallest slip-up. I was prey in the midst of hunters. Nobles came to greet me and offer their congratulations, a few lingering long enough to stare at my throat and whisper to each other when they thought I wasn't looking. It was rude, but I couldn't do anything about it. A figure approached me, long after they'd left me alone. Her smile, which looked fake, gave me shivers. Here comes the first test. “Hello, my Lady.” Her smile widened. “I'm Lady Solvra of Jearna.”

"Stuff some more trash in there. Trash deserves a trash can for a locker." At noon I went to the locker room to change my shoes. I had just come through the door when I saw Venetia and a few other rich girls throwing garbage into my locker. It was packed so full the door would not close. My coat and my shoes were in the actual garbage can. Venetia raised an eyebrow when she saw me come in. "Good. Now you've seen it. You aren't welcome at this school. Trash belongs where it belongs. "I'll give you one more week to leave on your own. Otherwise, I've got other ways to deal with you." I answered coldly, "You don't get to decide who stays at this school." Venetia gave a soft laugh and drew one im

Tyler said. “Well she is really different. You can’t see a lady every day who is willing to learn to wield a sword aren’t you?” I smugly smile. “Lady? Wield a sword?” Tyler tries to confirm what he heard. “Yep! I guess she doesn’t want to hassle the people around her or she doesn’t have enough faith of those men around her to protect her safety.” “Who is she? Is she a noble?” Clarence asks. “She is a noble more than you think,” I grin at them that made their brow crossed.

While defending herself, Laurel accidentally saw the expression on Harriet's face. And instantly, she felt her hairs stand on ends looking at the woman's warm and gentle gaze, which didn't change a bit from usual. Even in front of this kind of chaos, the woman decided that it wasn't enough to show an expression other than her default warm and reserved face. Laurel then understood why she felt so annoyed with Harrie Gold. It was because she couldn't be compared to her. Harrie Gold, or Harriet Goldlane, was a noblewoman who grew up in the capital and had been the leader of her noble clan since she was 18 years old.

Stop being busybodies and go to sleep! [Heart of a Civilian: Those ladies who looked noble and dripped in jewelry were extremely evil on the inside.] [The Last Nobleman: There were no real noblemen in this world. They were all crazy ladies. However, they acted as noblemen and committed violence against a girl without the power to fight back. All those fake noble ladies ought to die instead!] [Cute Little Chestnut: I felt so bad for Mrs. Ford that I cried.] [Unruly Young Master: Sebastian Ford! Kill all those ugly ladies who maliciously attacked Mrs. Ford. They didn't deserve to live!]

“Tonight, we are joined by one whose name needs no introduction… but whose presence is a rare honor. You know her as a legend, a hero, the fiercest defender of the Aetherborn way. A woman feared, revered, and loved in equal measure.” The stands broke into a wild roar, students leaping to their feet. Screams of joy, applause like thunder. Nyx’s lips curled faintly. “Behold, The Lady.” The gates opened, and she appeared. Clad in armor black as midnight and trimmed in silver flame, the Lady moved with terrifying grace. Her presence swallowed the arena; even her silence demanded worship. Her long hair, pale as moonlight, flowed behind her, and her eyes, burning amethyst seemed to see into every

I crouch beside her. "You're talking about Bethany. You saw her use her magic?" The female Noble rolls over as much as she can afford, nodding quickly and brushing tears and blood off her hysterical, wide-eyed face. "Listen to me. Listen. You can't fucking trust her! That bitch has been lying this entire time. You have to believe me, her magic wasn't normal! I think she was using-" I’m going to fucking snap this Noble’s neck once she’s done speaking, but an icy sword pierces through her two eyes before I can even think clearly.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

They became green with envy after hearing Yona’s words. They had played around with many beautiful women. However, they certainly didn’t have the right to touch such a stunning upper-class woman like Yona Lynch. Yet, this woman, who was known as the first lady of Mordu, was actually standing up for Harvey right this moment. They had guessed it a long time ago, but the truth still took them by surprise. It was a shock unlike any other. Elisa then continued with a half-smile, “So Miss Lynch, you’re going to protect your lover?”