Hard Noble Lady Novels & Stories

Charlotte opened her eyes to a dim room with sunlight filtering in through the curtains. She was laying sideways, facing black modern closets that she recognized as those in Logan's apartment. Even before she saw who it was, she felt someone was there in the room with her. She turned around brusquely and saw that a thin, beautiful woman with a blonde bob cut was looking at her. The woman was sitting on a chair near the window holding an open book in her hand. "Oh, you're up! I didn't mean to scare you," she said, setting the book down on the floor and standing up. "I'm Nina, Logan's friend. Let me go get him." She left the bedroom and softly closed the door behind her.

She had heard the woman had dark skin—a rare kind of Lycan. As if reading her thoughts, the woman took a step forward, just enough so she could see Lucas’s face. Lylah concealed herself again behind the pillar to avoid being spotted. Lucas nodded to the woman’s words, and she turned her gaze away, allowing Lylah to peek out once more for a clearer view. The woman was beautiful, and judging from her fine dress, she must be a noble. Lylah had never seen Lord Lucas speaking with a noblewoman before. Seeing them together made her bite her tongue.

“Darling husband, don’t tease the noble mothers. They came here to offer prayers, not wordplay.” Alaric sat beside her, resisting the urge to sigh. “Of course. I’m humbled by their…generosity.” The first of the noblewomen approached—Lady Sirenia, with six grown sons and a gaze like a hawk. She placed both hands on his shoulders and closed her eyes. “May your loins be fruitful, Your Highness,” she intoned. He nodded, lips twitching. “Thank you. I’ll pass the message along.” Amora pinched his side discreetly. “Behave.”

So he doubted the man would even know what to do with a woman much less be overcome with passion in the wilds of Hertfordshire. They had finally neared the group, and George put on his most unconcerned expression. "Sir Nicholas, Lady Stewart," Maria's voice rang out. "I thought I would never find you in this crush." "Oh, I never doubted your ability, Mrs. Montcraven," Sir Nicholas said, cynically.

Apparently, Sirens are more free spirited and playful so I should act accordingly. I smile at her. “With you by my side. Always”. We walk outside and see Lady Valerie and Lady Cordelia with their Alpha’s waiting. Lady Valerie is in a simple blue dress but Cordelia is dressed to the nines again in a pink and purple ballgown topped with a tiara. Again. I snarl at her. “Get that off your head. Now”. She looks at me shocked. “No. I am of noble lineage and they need to know my true status, so they know who is worthy”. She shoots a snide look at Lewana as I move to rip it off her head.

I was enraged but I knew that I needed to play this smartly. “I see. Is there any other information you can divulge that would topple her off her pedestal. The sooner the better.” I giggled with a smug face. Ariel nodded and continued on. She told me about how Lady Nyx is only treated like a noble on occasions. Her sickly demeanor was all a farce that Marquess Sparrow had come up with to hide her abuse. It almost made me feel bad for her. When I asked her why this girl was treated so badly Ariel didn’t have an answer.

He nooded positively, turned on the car's engine again and drove off. I took a glance at the lady. She had a sculpted figure which was twine - thinned. Her waist was tapered and she had a burnished complexion. She had a brown eyes and her red hair tumbled over her shoulders. A pair of archered eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes. Such a beautiful lady, the universe must be happy with me today.I can't wait to get in between those legs of hers.. "What's your name?" "I'm Nina sir" A set of dazzling angel-white teeth gleamed as she spoke.

Lupe's pov "What are the two of you slaves arguing about?" We both turned to find a lady with chestnut colour hair stalking towards us lazily. Kyna took in a deep breath before stepping backwards, away from me, her expression turned sour. "I don't think that's of concern to you." From the way she spoke, I could tell that Kyna was in no good terms with the lady. Was she ever in good terms with anyone? The woman was dressed like a noble, she wasn't like us slaves, her robe was different, she even wore ornaments that decorated her body, she had rings on her fingers, pearls on her neck and her aura screamed- back off you stinky peasants.

The girl continued to mumble. Dio stared at the girl who was no less than a noble. Her ripped dress looked like something that was used to be on display at the capital’s boutiques, her fair white skin which was touched with shallow cuts probably caused by the branches when she ran, and her red hair with a gray hue signified that she was indeed a noble lady. He shook his head when she saw how the lady’s body trembled in fear but still managed to contain it in front of an S-class beast before he stepped out to show himself.

“Sir Milo, be careful. A champion knight like you should not involve himself in such a petty fight.” I went back to the man who caused the commotion in the streets by dragging Lady Livia here. “I’m sure, good sir, that you understand that by law, a slave is free when no contract is produced. I’m sure you won’t lose his temper over such a matter and wouldn’t try to harm a person from another noble household just for this, or am I wrong?” “N-Noble household?” “Yes. Both this lady and I are part of noble houses. I am Countess Dahlia Hurst-Abell, and this lady is Count Claude Jeteris’ daughter.”