Noble 6 Novels & Stories

Noble, beside her, was also silent, seemingly not seeing anything. But the other party's eyes were very clear. Alina couldn't help but turn her head to look at him: "Noble, didn't you see anything?" "Yes." The peach blossom eyes were slightly curved. Noble picked up the water bottle beside him, slowly opened the lid, took a sip, then smiled at her, slowly said: "But what I saw was not an auction." His words seemed to have some meaning. Alina just smiled, pretending not to understand: "Oh, then it's a pity."

"Noblefull Group's main profitable projects are real estate and jewelry. They have funds now, and they have the technology and connections in the jewelry field. But they can't continue with the Walnut Creek project." "I understand, so we play dirty?" Lionel raised an eyebrow and looked at Mr. Marcus with a smirk, as if saying, "You're already a thug, it's about time we played dirty. You've been acting gentlemanly for so long." Saxon may be playing dirty, but he's not as ruthless as Mr. Marcus. When the thug, Saxon, can't win a fight, he calls for backup. But Mr. Marcus, the thug, isn't afraid of numbers. He blows up your house and leaves you homeless.

This was the lesson of six times giving way. That night, I could not sleep. I opened my phone. At the top was Iris Nightingale. "I will return to the Blackthorn territory next Wednesday." Her words marked the start of the sixth time I had to give way. I opened another message. A conversation between Silas and his brother, Nolan. "Calla is really good to you. Don't let her go this time." "For what this time?" Silas' reply was simple. "Iris was attacked. She needs protection. Without the Luna title, if she moves into the main house, people will call her a third party."

“I didn’t think you’d actually give it to me.” “I know, which is why I gave it to you. Would you like to go through it?” he asked. “Do you want me to?” I asked in confusion, only to get a shrug in response. Now I know why he didn’t mind. Six’s phone is borderline brand new, and I’m not talking about the actual phone. I mean that he doesn’t have any messages (except the one text he sent me last night), a call history, photos, videos, or even an internet history. He only has Cash, Eli, Westley, Summer, and, surprisingly, Noah and I’s numbers only.

Christiana chuckled at them shaking her head. "No let's go and have fun and celebrate your win. Cause I know I gave a speech over dinner on how deserve it, but you know you actually really deserve every good thing, you are the sweetest person I know and let's be real this win is really Nivea's instead of yours." Rose stated. "Yes sis, Nivea is lucky to have a beautiful, sexy, baddious, content writer like you." Doyin cosigned. "She said baddious." Christiana laughed and they did clicked their cups together.

Athena made an ugly pout which almost forced Damien to puke 3 liters of blood. "Don't talk shit with me. Come straight to the point." Damien spared a dark glance, freezing Athena on her place. "OK then listen. You want to use me as evidence for what happened two years back. And what make you think I will help you out of this situation?" Athena smiled cunningly. "State your price." Damien leaned back on his chair, with his eyes closed. "The head lady of Romano family." Athena smirked. "You are not qualified." Damien did not open his eyes.

My earpiece crackled to life. "Agent 64, can you hear me?" "Yes, sir," I replied, keeping my voice low. "I am in the ducts." "Good. I am patching Cyber in now." A soft beep signaled the handoff. “Nora, you are in the east duct,” Cyber's voice said, calm and precise. “The vault room is in the center of the building. Go straight, take the right fork, then continue ahead.” I followed his directions, inching forward on hands and knees. The heat was unbearable, the stale air thick with dust.

It was a call from Lorenzo. “You must have gotten quite a scare, Naomi. I’m alright. It’s just a scratch. The doctor patched me up with a few stitches. “I’m sorry about today. I didn’t get to see you in a wedding dress.” I gave him a flat, hollow response. Lorenzo sounded relieved. “I need to run something by you. Can we push back the wedding by two years? “Gianna fell in love with this penthouse in Tribeca. We don’t get it now, it will be taken off the market next week. I went ahead and gave her our wedding funds.”

{ADAM} Something is really fishy here, but I can't figure out what the hell it is. Everything about this blonde fires all the scam alerts in my head, but I got nothing to prove it yet. The second she told me her brand name is NobleScalePad. I knew I'd heard that name before, but I can't just recall where. I lift my phone on my table, search for Wendell’s number and shoot him a message real quick. He digs faster than Six and I need feedback this second.

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.