Noble House Novel Novels & Stories

The night air was thick with cigarette smoke and tension. Jeremiah sat on the leather couch in his suite, legs crossed, a glass of brandy swirling idly in his hand. The flickering fireplace across from him cast wild shadows against the walls ,shadows that seemed to dance to his mood. He looked satisfied, almost amused, as if the world itself had just offered him entertainment. He had received the news only an hour ago: the old Moretti mansion , Jeremi’s family house was on fire.

The opulent memories of my parents' house on Manhattan's Upper East Side shimmer in my mind like gilded threads through time. That part of the city is an embodiment of grandeur and privilege where luxury dances with elegance. It was within the walls of our family's majestic mansion that Charity, our unwavering caretaker, found her place in our lives when I was a tender five-year-old. Her presence became an irreplaceable pillar for us, especially for Rachel, my daughter, who never felt the void of her absent mother.

The picture that begins to develop in my mind is quite surprising – I didn’t know, for instance, that this world has rather a thriving noble class who have houses scattered all over the land and have a great deal to say in the laws and regulations. And while my first impulse as Queen would be to immediately strip everyone of their titles, Orion’s explanations about the roles that these people play within the world, and how the nobility can be manipulated for political ends, certainly tempers that impulse. Laila’s soup, when it’s finally ready, is absolutely delicious – especially when served with liberal amounts of crusty bread and fresh butter. I shift Anton back into his corporeal form and

Daniel didn’t dare move at all. Two full minutes passed before Great-Uncle Harold finally withdrew his gaze. "Have you added anything new to your house recently?" He paused, then continued, "I mean something fairly large. It should be in the northwest corner of the house." I thought carefully, then something came to mind. "Four months ago, one of Danny’s students gave him a sculpture. I think… I think it was placed in the northwest corner." Daniel suddenly slapped his forehead. "Right! Sophie gave it to me. She was there too at the time. Megan and her even pretended not to know each other."

Her grip was a little too powerful for a woman whose delivery date was very near. We entered the most beautiful living room I had ever seen. The stairs were gold plated and my head reeled, the chandeliers hanging directly above my head with various portraits adorning the wall. Very expensive pieces. It was as if I stepped into the Queen's palace, just that he was just a businessman. The house was very quiet, leading to my next question. " Where is Mr. Knight?" I asked as she dragged me up the stairs. Didn't this house have an elevator or something?

She turned back around to face them one last time. “And as for the family name… just leave it exactly like it is,” Nova added, her voice smooth and cold. “My little scandal could never cleanse the thick mud that has been lying heavily on this family for years.” With that final word, Nova turned around and walked away, her heels clicking loudly against the floor, leaving the three of them completely stunned and speechless in the living room. Nova walked out of the massive glass house and made her way through the estate gate. The moment she stepped outside, she saw Zaydeen still standing firmly by the black luxury car. He was staring at the house with deep anticipation and worry in his eyes.

But I nodded anyway. The ride was quiet. My heart thundered too loudly for conversation. I was scared—God, I was terrified—but I needed to get out of my head. I needed to forget the betrayal, the shame, the pity in people’s eyes. His mansion was huge. Immaculate. Cold. Everything in white and grey. I remember thinking he was either a serial killer or a secret CIA agent. Who lives in a house with no color? No sign of a woman’s touch? But he made me hot chocolate. Listened as I rambled, eyes never leaving mine. He didn’t try to fix me. Didn’t pretend to understand. He just listened.

Yvonne reminded. "Of course, the rules of Cloudridge are very strict, but how is it an offense to come home?" Yvonne finally inserted the key into the keyhole and turned the key. It unlocked! It really unlocked! This instant, Yvonne had goosebumps all over her body as if she was electrocuted. She gently pushed open the door of the house. What laid in front of her was not dazzling opulence, instead, it was a low-key concept of decoration with black and white as the main theme. The decoration was simple, it appeared clean and neat.

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. Another nobility is part of the government officials, with positions ranging from chief to executive head coming from this family. They are probably well-known for their intellect and expertise. Finally, this noble house is noted for being discreet about their business; few people are aware of them unless they are part of the royal family's close circle. Bella, who had been with the royal family since the beginning, knew this nobility. She purposely chose these three houses