Hard Noble Lady Novels & Stories

On the sight of these, she immediately bowed. "My Lady". OLIVIA HAGNAROK – Daughter of the Prime Minister of the East, A Rude-ass billionaire, Competitive, Rival of Serenity and Sasha, Madly in love with Nolan, A.K.A The biggest bully in town. "Gloria?". She called with a hint of surprise plastered in her tone. "What brings you here at this hour? What if you get caught?" She stood up from her seat and walked to the doors behind the maid, closing them lightly before breathing in relief.

Lady Lyn said coldly taking a seat on one of the chairs in the room. I went to the door and made sure it was locked with no one around before I came back and took a seat on a chaise beside Elle. When I was fully seated and comfortable, "Did you really have to speak that way to my daughter? Luna is a vampire noble and she deserves the respect allocated to one." Lady Lyn spat. "Funny you should say that Lady Lyn. You did not seem to care about respect allocated to nobles when your other daughter was being insulted by Luna." I remarked cocking my head.

she answered politely with a smile. "Oh, okay," he said still with that look of awe on his face. He was looking at her like an angel descended from heaven. "Okay, D-Nice. We will call you, sorry, you don't have a phone?" The lady who had started talking, the beautiful one she noticed when she walked in, asked her. "No. I don't have a phone right now," she said shyly as she also felt that it was awkward and weird not to have a phone at this time and age.

"The floor here has a habit of rejecting those who don't stand firm." I looked up into piercing grey eyes. It was Petra. Valkyrie Noble Lady, a literal tower of muscle and grace, blonde hair shorn short, presence radiating formidable authority only a demigod-descendant could possess. Even in a simple black leotard, she looked like she wore invisible armor. "Thank you, Petra." I smoothed my violet silk. "Someone is practicing their frictionless charms a bit early."

“No, Miss. That’s a limited edition and there are only two in our store. We just sold one earlier, and that is the only one left.” Without hesitation, the foreign noblewoman strode toward Xyla and pointed at the bag in her hand. “Give it to me…” Xyla and Stanley frowned at her rude and overbearing attitude. “I’m going to buy this,” said Xyla. She would never hand over the bag to this woman. If this person had spoken nicely to her in the first place, she would consider giving her the bag and sacrificing herself. However, there was no reason for her to do so since she was so impolite.

Lady Eirlys, a statuesque woman with piercing emerald eyes, rushed forward, her silk gown rustling with each step. The scent of lavender and old books clung to her, a testament to her noble upbringing. "Congratulations, dear niece!" she exclaimed, her voice warm and melodious. "You've reclaimed our family's legacy!" Athena's eyes widened, her face pale as alabaster. Orphaned from a young age when her parents died in a brutal pack attack, she seemed totally lost at the woman's words. Her gaze darted between Lady Eirlys and Tristan, seeking answers.

Casa dela Nobleza was sure to be in line with the list of top luxury hotels around the world. After a while, they arrived at the restaurant where everything was being held. Lyv saw an old woman raising her hand to get their attention. She even wore white gloves and robes like a modern nobleman. In the girl’s mind, this is probably the Madam Anastacia that her older brother was referring to, Sandro’s grandmother. But what caught the woman’s attention was the man standing next to her. She would never forget that man’s face!

Finn “Is that so?” Lady Marita, a visiting noblewoman from Snowcrest Canyon, leans forward over our private dining table, pressing her breasts forward in her gown. “It is.” I glance at her miles of pale cleavage then away. Somehow, all I can think is that she should really be careful—any more leaning, and she’s going to pop right out of the low corset. “You should ask Queen Raven to tell you the story of how they used those tunnels to free the castle from my mother’s clutches someday.”

The interior of the house was decorated in a traditional and elegant way, which was unlike those of the new rich. When they stepped into the living room, a graceful lady was already seated on the couch with her legs crossed as she was taking a sip from the teacup. It was difficult to tell her age by looking at her face because she looked like she was in her thirties. In reality, Helen was already forty-eight. Linda gulped, for the rich lady before her eyes was so well-mannered. She always thought that rich ladies were mostly haughty, supercilious, and pretentious. However, the lady before her eyes was not only beautiful, but she also appeared to be gentle.

"Your Majesty, on my way back I didn't know what kind of gift you would enjoy when I remembered my royal niece had once mentioned that His Majesty really enjoys music. Hence when I thought of music, unconsciously Lady Angela Darling came to mind. To top it all, she was so charming and considerate that I couldn't help but adopt her and brought her back to the capital. Since Your Majesty still has no partner aside from Her Highness despite coming of age. I hoped that she would please Your Majesty, thus-" "Respected General Loghard." I said with a cold chuckle, while a loud 'BAM', a distinct sound of glass smashing the tabletop reverberated in the otherwise cheery banquet hall. "You needn't hav