Hard Noble Lady Novels & Stories

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

The man, with a dismissive attitude, replied, “I’m not anything special. I just want to tell you that judging a refined young lady isn’t about how much she looks like a nouveau riche with money plastered all over her.” “A true refined young lady exudes inner grace, taste, and a noble aura from deep within. The elegance you see in every gesture and movement is what truly defines her. It’s like that girl named Isabella over there, who’s leagues above this kind of vulgar imitation.” He pointed at Cynthia as if she were a pile of garbage and covered his nose. “All I smell from you is a cheap, tacky odor.” ***

An action every Noble's personal omega immediately mirrored, taking their positions beside their mistresses; I couldn't help noting they were all older than Nayla. "Good morning," I began, then waited for the file of omegas that had just entered to finish setting the table. A cup of steaming hot tea before me, I continued, introducing myself, "Hello, everyone, I'm Hilda Miller from the Stillmoon pack." A tall, blonde-haired Noble with a dainty air about her looked me up from over the rim of her cup, her eyes lined with dark eyeliner. She said quietly, "Oh, we already know who you are... or aren't."

I wasn’t about to stand by and let them treat us this way. Mr. Bernard leaned in closer, his eyes blazing. “Do you know who this young lady is?” he demanded, gesturing to me with a sweep of his hand. “Or are you visually impaired? This is Nina, heiress of Liberty’s Enterprises, one of the most powerful families in New York.” I offered a cool smile, feeling a flicker of satisfaction as the bouncers paused, eyes widening slightly as they looked me over. But their reaction wasn’t what I’d expected. Instead of letting us through, they exchanged skeptical glances, their mouths twisting into sneers.

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.”

“Name of the beautiful lady?” “She’s Lili, noble,” said the old mistress, her words drier than usual. “She’s one of my assistants. The one helping me in taking care of the younger orphans. I can’t do this without her.” “Please do your best.” The great noble said. He then shifted his gaze away, curiously looking around the orphanage. “Let’s go to the kids. Please lead the way?” “They’re all waiting for you inside,” answered the old mistress. She moved out of the way, opening the door for the noble. “If you may, great noble.”

Although, she was able to compose herself once again like an elegant woman she is, she was still fumbling with her feather fan. The happy lady watched as the noblewoman walked inside the store. When the noblewoman was finally out of her sight, the lady crumbled on the ground, or rather, it was her heart that disintegrated. “The stationery sure is heavy.”

A smile appeared on her face as she walked briskly. Over the next few days, Lady Cecilia Longhorn continued to wander around among the noble ladies. She was still the most noble lady who was surrounded by the stars and the moon. She went to the shopping mall, bought jewelry, and played in the meditation room, drinking tea, and the theater. Beside her, there was no shortage of ladies of aristocratic families who had rich families and were elegant and beautiful. Everyone knew that the mute wife of the Fergusons had been eliminated. Although Blake had been married once and had a son, it did not hinder the girls from favoring him.