Lord Noblesse Novels & Stories

Someone like her. A Half Noble, Half Servile. Her mother is a servile and the father she never knew was a noble. Though her mother said she is not a bastard. She never wants to talk about anything concerning her father. As the name implies, Noble, the nobles are wealthy, rich, spoiled people in their society and were originally descendants of royal kings and queens but as the world advanced there were no kings and queens but politics, president democracy and stuff. High men and women. Celebrities. Doctors. And all those high positions.

"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

“Lass, I’ve done the part of the deal. I’ll make sure that your potential suitors would be practitioners of the word decency.” The old magus chortled. He then counted with his fingers and it stopped at eight before gazing at Lili. “Decent nobles. ‘Pfft’. They exist within the Antacastian nobility, but most of them have weird quirks. Eight of them. That’s all I could do. Are you fine with that?”

Arjun Malhotra ****** Arjun Malhotra, the charming criminal lawyer, who has his own ways to solve his problems. One is his charm and the other, his undeniable love for food. He is the strongest member of the 5 Ace Group, a group whose ultimate aim is to save the ones in need. To be precise he is the knight of not only the group but also his family and not to forget of his precious as well. For him, his friends are his life and his precious is his reason to live.

THE NOBLES who received such an invitation were all dressed up in their own style, following the theme that was indicated in the invitation. They were all high-ranking nobles who are well-known across high society and are regarded as some of the best nobles to ever enter society. They radiated such grandeur and grace that many lower-rank nobility looked up to them. In other words, they are what the majority of people perceive to be a professional. One of these nobles comes from a noble house famed for generating creative individuals, with a generation of their house producing singers and novelists alike, as well as controlling the empire's most prominent newspaper.

"...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?"

It enflamed Asher's anger. "I have a team of elite private security force in a confrontation with your men right now," Asher declared to his uncle. "Wow, private soldiers? Didn't think you would go all the way, but you did. I see you pulled all the stops to get this done, that must have been expensive" Nolan mutters in disdain. He didn't understand the reason his nephew would blow all that money for one woman.

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. ***