Hard Noble Lady Novels & Stories

I tried once again but in vain. "Chester dont act rude to our host." said the the blue eyed girl carressing his neck. As if on queue, the horse gazed up from his bucket of food. His attention on me. I patted his mane while he snickered in response. "I am Rosaleigh Isabellé. You can call me Bellé." The blue eyed girl introduced, forwarding her hand for a handshake. Ignoring her hand, I ran out of the stable to the only person who could bring me the world if I asked for.

Hildegarde explained in detail. “I see. Thanks for the heads up.” Mane replied. Mane’s Scouting Ability allowed him to sense pretty much everything within a 100 meter radius, but beyond that there was little he could do. Thankfully, he had a fairy with him. Although Hildegarde was a Low Ranked Fairy, she was strong. She was so strong that she could sense Ivor’s strength and the law he specialized in even though she wasn’t a Scholar. That was only possible if one was several times stronger than the other person. Mane reckoned that Hildegarde might be a Noble! Nobles were Nobility Realmers who had truly stepped into the realm of power across the universe. Mane had never met one before, and alt

Nolan stared at Maisie, who Madam Nera deeply appreciated. ‘Although this woman likes to play tricks, she was able to obtain Madam Nera’s recognition without any assistance from anyone. It’s difficult to dislike her independent and tough temperament.’ However, Nolan also felt very defeated and frustrated deep down because his woman did not want to rely on him! … #Zora Outclassed New Designer Willow Vanderbilt# After the two identical auction items had been announced at the Summerton Auction Hall last night, Zora and Willow had successfully secured themselves a spot on Google Trends.

I blink and try to focus on my phone while my heart begins to race. He is too close. He needs to step back. For once, my mind kicks in. I lean back just enough so his warm breath can’t reach my face before I glance back up at him. I turn my phone so he can see it and softly hum, “Noble Shane.” Noble Shane has a certain air about it. Well, he is a noble. Not just any noble, but one of the highest nobles in the country. His eyes sparkle as he turns his phone towards me. “I’ve got you in as Princess Deloris.”

With her wedding approaching, she became the center of attention. Whenever people spoke about me now, they simply shook their heads. “Lady Leanora… What a waste of her title as the Royal City’s finest noble lady.” “Exactly. She’s beautiful, elegant, educated, and skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. However, with a sister like that beside her, what can she offer?” One day, Rosalind cornered me in the study and pressed her hand down on my brush.

Before I went to my seat, I met with our wonderful customer, Salvador Epiphora, and we talked for a while. I noticed a lady walking in, her face flushed and her eyes averted. She had a twine-thin sculpted figure. Her waist is curvilinear, and her skin is burnished. Sweeping eyelashes were framed by arched brows. Her pouting lips look seductive in that red lipstick, which was far too sexy for my libido. As she walks flawless, the colour of her eyes entices me irresistibly. It was a pleasure to see her flowing in her mercury red hair, which cascaded over her shoulders beautifully. She was dressed in vibrant clothes that appeared to be custom-made for her.

"I missed you so much, but you don't even ask how I was doing. Well, the children... I guess they are alright. Obedient. They don't make much trouble anymore. Maybe it was a good choice to bring you away from them. You know, punishment is heavier when it leaves lasting marks..." It was in the house of Lady Finley Icefall, the one with "Noble Aristocrats" written on top. Nobles, Generals, and Ministers gathered around a long oak table with dark countenances. Sitting at the head was Lady Finley herself, a woman that possessed wealth and land only second to the King.

She whispered to herself, anger fuming inside of her, she needed to do something fast to erase her mother’s memory, else it would definitely consume her. “Who wants to play?” Hazel spoke aloud to the kids hearing, they all turned to focus on her. “Good morning my Lady” All greeted. “Who would like to challenge me?” Hazel asked, as she walked and stood in the center of the kids, the kids were all surprised to hear her words, of course no one dares to challenge her, she’s Lord Luther’s Wife, a noble man known for his bravery and strength. “I would challenge you, my Lady!” one amongst the kids said aloud.

She said with her hand placed right on her chest. “Please get up, Miss Clara. We have a deal”. I said to her with a smile, and after she stopped kneeling and rose to her feet, I offered her a handshake, but knew within me, I had to draft a contract in order to seal the agreement. What a great way to start my day. The Normans are the richest people in the city. Anyone who messes with them, messes with fire. And now, I have them in the palms of my hands.

His presence filled the room before he even entered it—cool, watchful, heavy with quiet power. Their sons followed—Harry, the elder, with the measured calm of a diplomat, and Lucio, younger, smirking like someone who knew the rules didn’t apply to him. Valerie rose to greet them. Cheek kisses with Viviane. A firm handshake with Dorian. An approving clap on the back for each son. Then, Valerie turned slightly toward her. “Viviane,” he said with warmth that didn’t quite reach his eyes, “you haven’t met my returning cousin. May I present—Hanna Motoguez.”