Noble House Novel Novels & Stories

Maybe not as much as her husband, judging by the way Grant handled him in contrast to how the women were relating. I filed that piece of information into my bank of information that might be useful later. Nova led the way through the warm colored corridors that felt like luxury and home at the same time. She stopped in front of a room and opened it with a key. The door opened to reveal one of the largest and most royal rooms I'd ever seen. It was all purple with royal accents and hints of royalty like crown designs and golden curtains. And oh my god, the bed. The bed was even more beautiful than the one in Ivin's house.

I instantly straightened up, feeling a blush creep up my neck. How audacious of me! Minutes later, I found myself in an estate that was legendary in the city. COMBS REGENCY I froze, trying to process the sheer magnitude of it all. Good heavens! I knew Xavier was wealthy, but was he really from *the* famous Combs family? I turned to stare at him again, but he just looked at me with an unnerving calm.

Giovanni sat frozen, nailed to his seat. The host's voice boomed with excitement. "Ms. Bettini is the first female author in sci-fi history to win the Nobel Prize in Literature! Her masterpiece, The Ring Nebula, shattered the wall keeping sci-fi writers at the edge of nominations, breaking long-held prejudice against women in the genre!" The words barely registered. Sci-fi? A Nobel Prize? The wife he'd written off as a pampered girl scribbling nonsense now stood at the peak of world literature.

But one thing was clear: their lives had been changed until the end of time, and there was no going back to the way things were before. The house stood at the conclusion of a calm setting, an expansive sprawling chateau covered up behind manicured supports and wrought-iron doors. To an untouchable, the home was the picture of riches, style, and success. Haven, the wealthy businessman, had built it brick by brick, his realm amplifying distant past the doors. But inside, the walls whispered stories of betrayal, torment, and privileged insights.

"I missed you so much, but you don't even ask how I was doing. Well, the children... I guess they are alright. Obedient. They don't make much trouble anymore. Maybe it was a good choice to bring you away from them. You know, punishment is heavier when it leaves lasting marks..." It was in the house of Lady Finley Icefall, the one with "Noble Aristocrats" written on top. Nobles, Generals, and Ministers gathered around a long oak table with dark countenances. Sitting at the head was Lady Finley herself, a woman that possessed wealth and land only second to the King.

Natalie I stepped into the house. It was quiet, unnaturally so. The kind of silence that feels padded, like a place meant to keep the world at arm’s length. Everything inside was sleek, modern, and clearly expensive. Clean lines. Cool tones. Nothing out of place. It was all new, curated. No signs of life, no mess, no warmth. Just perfection. Of course it was. The Nightclaws didn’t do disorder. They didn’t just own homes—they owned entire cities. Villages. Regions. A family like that didn’t rent out shabby safe houses.

Noah held my shoulder in an assuring grip. “Luna is a strong wolf. She will be fine, Alpha.” Noah whispered. His tone was not confident. “I believe so, Noah,” I responded. But the question was, Did I? VIVIANA I was left dumbstruck the moment we stepped inside that house. The majestic interiors blew my nerves. I had been to the lavish bars, pubs, clubs, and villas due to my job. But, this house… was next level. And the bizarre part was, nothing screamed luxury, or brands, or rich lifestyle.

"Nobel House is an internationally popular restaurant chain. I know the boss well and he has arranged a seat for us." Upon hearing that there was delicious food to eat, Hilda was excited. She left the dogs at the pet shop before making her way to Nobel House. Nobel House came with high ceilings that made the restaurant appear vast and grandiose, even the dishes looked extremely expensive to be eaten. Sonnia seemed unfazed by it and generously ordered more than ten dishes to be shared by the three of them.

The house overlooked a frozen lake, while towering evergreen trees shielded it from the rest of the world. "It was built for the Ravenhart heir ten years ago," Nikolai said quietly, noticing her curiosity. "Every future heir lives here after marriage." Thalia studied the house through the window. "It's beautiful." Nikolai's expression remained unreadable. "It was designed to be practical." The Rolls-Royce stopped beneath the entrance canopy. Before either of them stepped out, the massive front doors opened. Nearly twenty household employees stood inside in two perfectly straight lines. The elderly butler stepped forward first.