Noble House Novel Novels & Stories

"Dad, can you let me run the World Cup book this year?" Sophie Bell's voice was sweet, but her ambition was impossible to hide. The huge living room went quiet the moment she said it. Everyone knew why. The World Cup brought global traffic, and for the Foster family, it was the most important six-month revenue line of the year. Whoever controlled that book was, by default, the next core heir of the family business. My father held an unlit cigar between his fingers and looked at her with helpless indulgence.

When the door clicked shut, Lena’s laughter faded into a brittle exhale. The car slowed as it turned off the main road, tires crunching over the long gravel drive that led up to the family estate. Evening was folding softly over the hills painting rose-colored light that made the white façade of the mansion seem almost translucent. Damon watched the house come into view through the tinted window— its tall arched windows, the ivy creeping like veins up the limestone, the old Hale crest glinting faintly above the entrance. He adjusted his cuff, glancing at the phone resting on his thigh. Three missed calls from Clara. He already knew why.

Chapter 23: Behind the Shadows Darkness and silence loomed inside a mid-sized mansion. Just three days ago, this mansion was once the home of a local noble of Antacast. But for some mysterious reason, the prideful noble suddenly sold the mansion and brought all his liquid assets away as if he was fleeing from a deadly plague. He even brought his entire clan away as if a blight was after his entire household. He explained nothing, not even to his circle of friends, and simply ran away.

He was young. Nineteen, perhaps twenty. Auburn hair that might have been handsome in life was matted with black water and something thicker. His face was turned toward the sky, eyes open, reflecting not the lanterns but a void that seemed to swallow the light above him. He wore the silver-and-blue of House Vespine, a minor noble family that, in the original novel, survived to broker peace between the Council and the outcast covens. In the original novel, he lived.

He bangs more throwing the don't open and I get thrown to the floor as the figure stand in the open doorway. “Welcome to the House of shadows, you will not leave here.”

Even though she knew who was behind it, she wanted confirmation. ABHAYA dozed off in the room that Theon had brought her. It is said to be the man's great grandmother's house. Mansion refers to a large house. Because she was lazy, she no longer inquired about its family history. What mattered to her, the bed was too tired to sleep.

Antonio Kane, the Kane family's seasoned butler, whose eyes had lost none of their sharpness despite their cloudy appearance, murmured, "Had it not been for that past incident, Miss Xanthos and the young master would probably be married by now. "With the young master's influence, the Xanthos family will definitely try to cozy up to him. As for the other families..." Caleb's eyes snapped into a fierce squint, radiating a wild and untamed power like a lion roused from slumber. Other families? "The north is teeming with noble houses, but only four are the real deal, including the Kanes and the Xanthos." He glanced out the car window, his voice icy. "The rest don't even deserve to be in Alex's o

Puck continued, "You know, Amanda came out of the divorce settlement a rich widow. She got herself the French house near the river, the one that previously belonged to a viscount. It's three stories high, with French window and a grand staircase. She brought a girl with her, about nine or ten years old. She said the girl is her relatives, but I bet that child is her bastard. Oh, and she is going to throw a housewarming party next week, and only the nobles and gentry will be invited. Can you imagine how on earth she could afford it all? She must have sucked her poor husband dry." "No, the house is not from her husband." Lady Byrne responded, she glanced quickly from left to right as if worrie

Delatorre's room since there are a lot of flower decors around, including the wall. But the whole room was still elegant even though it does have strong feminine touches all over the place. It just took me a couple of hours to tidy it up and I proceed to room number two. Books, books, and books were everywhere. That was the first sight that welcomed me in this room and I'm pretty sure who owned this one, that would be Duke since Miss Portia mentioned that he is the bookworm in the family. I just never expected that he is this kind of bookworm that his room looks like a library. It is not hard for me to clean his room since almost everything is in place. I'm already getting tired and hungry w

And she’s of them Dave stood waiting. He gave a single nod. “Luna, please Follow me.” The packhouse was massive, they walked down a stone path lined with black roses, past tall black pillars and sharp-edged hedges. The Reed estate was nothing like Blackwood’s. It was colder. Darker. And strangely quiet, too quiet. Inside, it smelled like pine, polished leather, and something sharp—silver maybe. The hallways were wide, the ceilings high, and the walls were covered in old portraits and weapons behind glass.