Hard Noble Lady Novels & Stories

“She was a strange girl indeed. She helped me, kept smiling when she saw me, then gave me a good bed and clothes even if I nearly took her life. She was a noble girl. But unlike the others, she had a warm look in her eyes.” Valencia gulped slightly as Cornell continued to refer to Ariana as a noble girl. “Why do you refer to Lady Aria a noble girl? I know it's true. Nonetheless, you should have just called her Lady Aria. Not to mention, your tone seems to say that all noble girls are bad people,” Valencia rebuked. “Am I wrong?” replied Cornell again.

Standing proudly against the backdrop of dense trees and the fiery afternoon sky, the palatial mansion bathed in the golden glow of the waning daylight. Upon seeing a pair of vagrants coming toward the gate, a footman hurried out of his post. "Keep out, pair of you! We don't entertain beggars here! Go on, get lost!" Arabella gawked at the inhospitable welcome and bit back. "We are not beggars! I am Lady Arabella Grace Adrianne Winthrop, the niece of your mistress, Lady Virginia Winthrop." Startled at the mention of his employer, the footman staggered, but then squinted his eyes.

the voice from a woman said. Another woman started counting. "Let me see… Lady Cecily is gentle, virtuous, well-read, and proper. She's a true noble lady from a renowned house and also the chancellor Nicholas's legitimate daughter. She's noble by birth and backed by a powerful family." "How could the queen compare to someone like her? Beauty fades in time and she has no family behind her. How could a favor like that last forever?" The other woman commented. My fingers trembled faintly as I forced down the emotions in my heart.

Astrid This person looked a lot like Damon!? “Damon!” I called out but he shook his head negatively. “I am not Damon, I am Ace, a new employee looking forward to working with you” I smiled as I walked out of the place. Arriving at the restaurant for he reserved a lady walked up to me and asked “Are you Miss Eleanor?” I nodded with a smile on my face and she led me to meet Calvin. “You are here already? Have a seat!” He said and took out a seat for me he was acting like such a gentleman.

Nolan's gaze slid from her face to Karen's arm still loosely looped through hers. "Karen, darling, you're scaring her already. Give the poor woman room to breathe before you smother her with affection." Karen rolled her eyes. "You're just jealous because she hugged me first." Nolan snorted. Another set of footsteps approached them. A young lady appeared behind Nolan. She looked like she could be in her early twenties, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two. She was tall, with soft, dyed blonde waves cascading past her shoulders, wide grey eyes, and a shy, dimpled smile.

“Why are you so stubborn? I won’t divorce you. You’re only thirty‑two. Don’t you care about yourself at all?” Her sudden change in attitude made me pause. I answered in a calm voice. “Why are you crying? You hated me so much that you should be happy when I die.” Jaime wiped her tears and spoke softly, almost as if she were coaxing a child. “You’re still young, so you can still be treated. Come back with me. I thought about everything these past few days. The past grudges weren’t ours to handle. I was stubborn. I was wrong. Let’s focus on getting you better and pretend the past is the past, okay?”

Hunter, an enigma the financial world was now calling Lady K. For Norma McLaren, this was her last desperate chance to claw back into the world she once ruled with false pearls and counterfeit charm. After being thrown out of their mansion like squatters in yesterday’s couture, she needed a win—no, a resurrection. With a designer gown borrowed from a high-end boutique and a diamond-studded clutch she insisted was “a family heirloom” (even though the store tags were still tucked inside), she strutted into the gala lobby with the ghost of her pride glued to her spine.

An out of this world beauty and with such aura, one could tell she's wealthy! “ Have some shame, Nick. You literally undressed her with your eyes. C'mon man, shake it off.” “ That's her.” he pointed in her direction, with the stick of cigarette between his fingers. “ Who?” I wasn't even interested in finding out who she is but Nick does have a liking for her, so I had better feign interest in knowing who the beautiful lady was and her connection with Nicholas. “ That's Madelyn Adrian. The lady we were just talking about. Ain't gonna lie man, but she's one hell of a beauty. Such a shame I have to use her to get revenge.”

He tap her gently and she left out a nervous smile. ,”How may I help you sir?” She smiled and Nate shake his head, he is used to being the center of attention, so he isn’t surprised, but this lady own is too much, if it were go be when he’s still a playboy, her pûssy will never pass him by, but love do change people, he doesn’t even feel like getting down with her. “Who’s that lady?” He asked pointing at the woman again. “Oh, the mask model, she’s our model, don’t you know her? She’s very popular, no one have ever seen her face before, she look very ageless, she’s the ageless queen, she is the owner of this place” the lady smile at him.

She wasn’t supposed to survive long enough to put on those pathetic noble clothes or be seen in public with him. The idea that she’s been seen walking beside Lucian, the Second Prince himself, gnaws at my pride like maggots on a corpse. “Thank you for the tea, Isolde,” a plump noblewoman coos, her perfume choking the air like an assault. “It’s absolutely divine.” I offer her a saccharine smile, my voice sweet and hollow. “Thank you, noble lady. I’m so honored by your presence.” Liar.