Lord Noblesse Novels & Stories

"...he shouldn't have angered him..." They continued to murmur but nobody dared to intervene, afraid that they'd be targeted by the baron instead. Turns out that there's a law that forbids commoners from hurting a noble. Then how if the noble were such an asshole like that man? This class system was a bunch of bullshit. The royalty and nobles might be born with precious status, but it wasn't because they did something. Just as the commoner wasn't born with a low status by committing a sin.

"Today is a very important day, Selene. We expect around a thousand people to gather today, eager to meet you. There will be important individuals, those who have held noble titles for generations: Dukes, Marquises, Counts, Viscounts, Barons, and other nobles we shall call lords. And then there are the common folk." Selene's father was only one step above commoners; those whom Frederick referred to as "lords" were among the lower ranks of titles. She couldn't fathom how she had been chosen to be the King's betrothed. Her thoughts drifted to Regina, the daughter of a noble with true blue-blood lineage, a Duke no less. "Are you paying attention, Selene?" Frederick asked after receiving no resp

"You're saying I have no reputation to defend." "I'm saying you have no ceiling yet set for you." He turned a page in the genealogical record, then turned it back. "There are three lords whose goodwill is worth having above all others. Lord Caius, whom you already know something about. Lady Isolde, who controls the western supply routes and has never given her loyalty to anyone in three hundred years. And Lord Sable, who is very old and very quiet and whose opinion, when he chooses to offer it, moves rooms." "How do I earn their regard?"

I smiled and bowed at her before leaving the library. Born to a Royal family was not a cake walk. We're taught to abide by our elder's wishes. And here it was about the promise my late grandfather made to Queen Camellia. Or'bloem is a comparatively small monarchy than Falcovia. And the only way to get back the throne of Orbloem is to marry Rosaleigh. I am a Royalty and fulfilling my grandfather's promise is my duty. I'll fulfill a NOBLE PROMISE. ***

"Besides, the guys who went after Mr. Louis and those four nearly martial ancestors old masters this morning? Definitely from another noble family." "Let's drop it. There's no point in hashing this out any further," Howard said, setting down his cup with a disinterested tone. For him, the goal had been met. The fate of the Southern defense marshals was not his concern. The other noble families? They would have their day, but not just yet. That was a game that needed time and the right moment to play. Howard glanced at the rotund figure of Mystical Chubby. "Abbercrombie's latest medicinal ingredient has some real treasures. Make sure they're put to good use!"

But I realized that my worries are just useless when I heard what she said The nobles then looked at the girls infront of me with disgust. One of the things that the nobles of this empire hate is a noble who doesn't have a blood of a noble. Those people are the ones who are buying their title and not inherited. Because to them, they are just a bunch of commoners who are trying hard to be belong of the high society. "Then, I'll be leaving now ladies" Of course I waited for them to bow even though I know that their knees are about to fall now.

snorting heavily at Lord Taylor who was being stirred to a brothel by two beautiful women " They look down on commoners yet don't mind taking advantages of them ! If they worked properly ,some of these people might have a chance at a better life " Chelsea understood where Ron was coming from - Noble , an honourable title , an imposing and magnificent rank from birth . A noble was one who must be selfless, stand up consistently for what's good and right even when it's unseen or unpopular, and never yield their integrity to what's convenient . Nobles must care more about others than themselves. They should adapts to the needs of those around them . This was what it means to be a perfect '

The man's eyes tightened as he sat in front of Andrew Kentworthy's desk, clarifying what his brother-in-law meant by Gabrielle's maternal family. "What do you mean by Lord exactly?" After having brought Kyle Wright into his study, Andrew opened a file from his laptop and then pushed it over to Kyle's view and answered, "Like how the traditional nobility here in Britain, Gaby's grandfather, is equivalent to a Baron. In other words, the Cromwells belong to Freedonia's aristocracy."

"That's a well-rehearsed tale, milord, but a touch far-fetched. Still, I won't hold it against you. Good intentions, I'm sure. Come in, come in. Let's see what I can manage." Jacob instantly fell to a stunned silence, ashamed to be called out in a lie. The woman's gaze softened, the smile now genuine. "Actually," she chuckled, "your little story wasn't bad. Except for the sibling bit. You two look more like..." she trailed off, her eyes twinkling. "Well, let's just say you make a striking pair." Marguerite blurted out, a touch of panic in her voice, "No, ma'am! There's been a misunderstanding. We're not related, but we're not...together either. We're simply traveling companions. How on eart

she said and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I will see you when I’m done then,” he said and returned. Queen Grace called her chief handmaiden over. “What’s the occasion?” she asked her seeing how happy she was. “Duchess of Falcon is expecting so I need you to start the preparations. I need the best tailors to start making the clothes. We don’t know which sex yet so let them make something unisex.” “I will go right now and notify them.” “They should use the best brocades that came as tribute recently.”