Marquess Novels & Stories

Laylin asked them slowly, ready to hear any explicit warnings or details if she needed to. Her handmaids, who were always ready to cave in gossip suspiciously, drew in closer. “Marquis Belijour is an aloof noble with immense wealth and resources at her disposal. They say she has no heirs decided. The son she has is her step-son and married the late Marquis for his standing in society. Now she owns hectares of land and runs a Trade Union but has no heirs to pass it onto. The son might end up inheriting it all!” Halo explained, her eyes gleaming with admiration, a complete contrast to her words.

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.

"So now, I am giving you the best offer of your life. You continue to rule the world, and in return, I am going to rule you and control you. You will have the world, while I will have you. I will play with you, destroy you, taint you, do whatever I want with you, and you won't have a say in it. You will be owned by Aditya Singh Shekhawat." His words were harsh enough to embed on her heart and soul forever. "Marry me. It's an order," He growled and left his grip on her and walked away, while she stood there, shaken by his words. "I will marry you," she shouted just before he could step out of the room. He turned around and smirked while looking at her, while she channelled her fear into a dea

Candlelight danced across the red-stained windows, glowing softly as thunder rumbled outside. In the middle of the hall stood a long black table, surrounded by old, tall chairs, each marked with ancient symbols. These chairs had stayed empty for many years. But tonight, all except one were filled. At the head of the table stood Sire Asher, the current master of Nightreign Clan. He did not speak right away. He didn’t need to. The elders knew why they were there. And when the final door sealed shut behind the last to arrive, Asher finally raised his gaze.

She sighed and briefly told Mary what she had encountered that day, from accidentally having gone into arousal to having had a temporary mark from an alpha. Mary was surprised to hear that, she stammered speechless. She tried to stabilize her emotions, then asked again, "The one who marked you is Stella's CEO, Marcus Hofsess, right?" Calantha nodded, "He just temporarily marked." Confused, she asked Marry, “According to what I've learned, beta can't sense pheromones, right? Why did you and the people I met on the road stayed away from me?”

He never failed to remind her every time. Later that day, Alexander was taking a break at his office. His work there was almost finished so he knew that he deserved a break. He was also very famished so he went out of the office and asked a maid to bring food for him. He went back into the office and took a seat on his chair. Mark had come earlier and had left as a result of some acres of land he wanted to survey which was to be allotted to the keep to start a pig farm and breed a rare species of pigs that Mark had brought back from his recent trip to Warwick. The Marquess of Warwick had given Mark the pigs as a token of appreciation when their treaty had been

"Y-y-your majesty? Please do not worry yourself. Allow me to take care of these insignificant worms" "GROWL!!!!!!!" "You will do well to mind the way you speak to my mate female ". The look on the lady's face was almost comical but I dare not laugh. ".........mate?" "Your majesty?!!!" "There is no way you can be mated to a mere human. I am the daughter of the Marquis. I am the highest ranking female in nobility. I have been groomed for years to rule by your side. You have been without a mate for centuries. How could this inferior thing poss-"

“We found her, Marquis. No bigger than a dog, a large-headed demon with tiny eyes in a flat face was reporting to his master. The speech of the demon was difficult, turning human words into gurgling guttural sounds. “Grand Marquis,” Andras corrected. “ And not for long ,” he added to himself. He did not immediately decide which title he liked more, "duke" or "prince", but did not hesitate for a long time and settled on the prince: in this way he would rise above the marquis, and remain far enough from the throne so as not to attract too much attention and continue to live at your pleasure, as befits a demon. - Where's she?

“It’s not a phase, my friends, call there mother’s friends ‘aunts’.” “Well, their mother’s friend isn’t a Dutchess?” “ I heard both you and papa say that Aunt Viva isn’t a dutchess yet.” “See the rebellion.” Liza sighed, pointing to her daughter. “Anyway, sit sit. We need to catch up,” The Marquess said then patted the space on the couch next to her, “I genuinely did not think that you would come if I had known I would have made her wear purple rather than our house colours.”

she said, scornfully. "Thank you for your kindness," they all said in unison, hanging their heads in disappointment and sadness. Shifting to the right, she continued, "This is Mr. Oaksworth." He was tall but his butler uniform was covered in dirt, and his hair looked matted. I again smiled, but he didn't take his eyes off of Grandmama. What did Grandmama do to him?