Hard Noble Lady Novels & Stories

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."

the beautiful woman asked curiously. “Don’t you know who Xyla Quest is? She’s Dragon Group’s young mistress as well as Quest Property Group’s heir! She’s an absolute noblewoman!” the short-haired bank teller exclaimed. Following that statement, the short-haired bank teller bowed to Xyla politely and ran upstairs. The beautiful man did not even dare to breathe now… She was dead… Could she possibly stay alive after offending a noblewoman like Xyla?! What was she doing? Why would she think that Xyla was a pauper? How dare she talk to Xyla like that?

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.

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

Three years later. The wind in Burkeen howled, dragging snowflakes along the pavement. The heavy car door was pulled open with respectful precision. I tightened the sable coat around my body as I stepped out. Arthur's arms were strong and steady as he held our two-year-old daughter, Emily Graham. Our private driver jogged forward, holding up a large black umbrella to shield us from the snowstorm. Up ahead, a hoarse voice hawked, "Handmade soaps! Lavender and rose oil—"

My breath caught despite myself. The first carriage door opened. A lady stepped out gracefully. She had long, flowing auburn hair. Her rose-gold gown flowed elegantly around her slender frame as she offered a deep, perfect curtsy before Damon. She looked every bit the ideal noble lady, soft, beautiful, and refined. Theo tilted his head. “Mom, that lady is beautiful.” I didn’t reply, my throat felt too tight. The second carriage opened. Another lady emerged with powerful, confident strides. Tall and athletic, with silver-blonde hair braided tightly, she wore a dark emerald gown that hugged her strong, warrior-like frame. Her eyes scanned the crowd before giving Damon a curtsy.

Beth’s eyes widened as she stepped closer to the young lady attracting everyone’s attention. The young lady stared at Beth in bewilderment as she stepped back; she became visibly uncomfortable as everyone’s gazes fell on her. “Stop scaring my young mistress.” Taro chided playfully as he stepped back shielding the young lady from everyone’s incredulous gazes. “She….” Cornelius and Baldwin were the first to interrupt; the young lady was an exact replica of Beatrice in their memory. “Let me introduce properly.” Taro scratched the back of his head as he stepped to the young lady’s side and bought her in front of Jerome and Jack; first he turned towards Jerome, “Young master, your niece, Lady Leo