I Became A Sick Nobleman Novels & Stories

His friend began. "You just leave it to me." The nobleman cut in, a confident look on his face. " I know how to sway the people to my side. After all,the only way to tame a dog is to give it meat." They both laughed at his sentence and made to toast to the occasion only to realize that the wine had finished. "LUKE!!" The nobleman bellowed impatiently. A haggard and wretched-looking man entered the living room in a haste. His wrists were bound in bronze chains and his hair was dishevelled. His clothes were nothing to write home about as they could be considered rags.

Right about now, I was supposed to burst into a belly-aching laugh because of his outrageous claim, but the seriousness of their faces stopped me from doing so. I got a feeling they weren’t pranking me at all. “Nicolette, we do not know yet the circumstances of your,shall we say, resurrection, but I’m glad you’re alive,” Ira, who chose to stand near the fireplace, finally voiced out. He wanted to add something judging from the parting of his mouth, but the king beat him to it. “We can continue on with our plans.” Fed up with their claims, I snapped. “I’m not interested in your plans. What I want to know is how I can return to my world!”

Isla was taken aback, she expected Lori to think about it for a second, but all she got was an instant response. "Are you truly Lori?" ” A pressure erupted, landing solely on Lori, causing him to fall to his knees. Lori had become accustomed to falling to his knees whenever the duchess became enraged. "Yes, my name is Lori. I gave it a lot of thought yesterday. But I don't think the duchess's nephew realizes he's irritated you." "What exactly do you mean?" "I looked into his background, he was just a commoner who recently received the title of Baron. He hadn't even entered the Nobles' world and knew nothing about noble etiquette."

His clothes were too expensive, his eyes, too malevolent. “Your Highness?” I turned with eyes full of tears; I had rubbed them with my sleeve to get that effect. Goldwork was a pretty scratchy material. “Y-yes...you came?” “You may call me Servitor Ignacio.” I nodded. Not a thrall, no, a servitor. That was top brass. “Servitor Ignacio, I would like to entrust the body of my poor uncle into your care.” “Yes, child of light. I know that the king is dead, but why—”

I just hated them for their false favors, their insatiable hunger and their conviction that they were better than humanity. The night of that fiasco of an award ceremony, she had me dine with her court. A place of honor was set aside for me, only one step down from her exalted majesty. I lied to those nobles and aristocrats about of my home and upbringing in order to expunge some of my commoner stench from their refined nostrils. I revealed nothing of the 'magic' that allowed me to take a spear piercing my chest and exiting my spine and not only living, but quickly dispatching the offending lancer as well.

“What if Nova was injured by Queen Isabella?” After all, the Queen was a Royal Vampire, her powers must be majestic like her status. Running at full speed, I reached her room, where her maid was cleaning the floor. “Where’s Susan?” My simple question puzzled that old maid, she bowed her head in respect, “Don’t you know that His Majesty is sick, Crown Princess?” King Edgar was ill? A powerful Alpha lycan, who could only spread pandemics in happy cities he was sick? Not a chance in hell. So, I called off her bluff and inquired.

His eyes were dark and calm, but there was something in them that made me uneasy. “What is your name?” he asked quietly. I laughed bitterly. “You just bought me and you don’t even know my name? How nice.” He showed no emotion, not even the expected, being anger. He just stood there, staring at me asif he still awaited my response. “Ivory,” I finally said. “Ivory Ashwood. And you just wasted your money. I’m cursed, useless, and I can’t even shift. Everyone knows that.” Edward tried to step forward. “Your Majesty, you don’t have to waste your time with her. She’s just.....”

Not my problem," Bryce's voice was sounding bored, using the monk's words against him. I hide my full grin behind the scroll. That's right! Pay up, motherfucker! Although castration would have been my judgment. I find the situation ironic in that a noble will rule against the Church. But hey! The Duke is only human!

West. But my family wasn't any less well-off than theirs, and Hendrick wasn't someone I couldn't live without. There was no reason to stay and get dragged into this mess. I thanked them politely, let out a slow breath, then pulled out my phone. I sent a message to a wealthy heir who had been relentlessly pursuing me. [I ended things here. Is the marriage offer still on the table?]

Black coat. Silver crown I hated. Mirror showed what I already knew. Left eye black. Right eye violet. Half me. Half him. I looked like a cracked painting. I walked to the council chamber. Every step felt borrowed. The guards bowed. Didn’t meet my eyes. Smart. I sat at the head of the table. Twenty nobles waiting. I hoped I wouldn’t kill anyone today. I really, really hoped. But Leka was humming. And my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.