Noble House Novel Novels & Stories

Not bothering to wait for him, she preceded him to the driveway and surveyed the place that would be her home for the next nine months. The townhouse was located in a posh, yet serene neighborhood far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and though it was not as large and imposing as Matthew's country estate with its extensive gardens, the house was indeed a magnificent structure with impressive white columns, half-moon terraces and arched windows. She hadn't the chance to admire the intricate details of the facade any longer, because the iron gate in front of her swung open, and a man who seemed to be the chief manservant rushed out to welcome and led them inside. The interior of th

Claus said and she halted at the spot while Hayley and Marcus left. “What do you want?” “Tell me the truth about your friend Hayley Michael.” “What is the crow?” Justin asked as they walked into the castle's library. “Patience.” Lelia uttered. Such a magnificent chamber showered with gleams of the sunlight. It was a wonderful part of the castle, the bookshelves were as tall as the walls, and the books had special covers. They were mostly gold and red, but there was this one that caught Janeka's attention. It had a black thick leather cover and a golden seal on its top.

"Clyde is my big brother and he's shared so much about you with me. One thing's for sure, he was certainly truthful about your beauty." "Joanna," I responded, grasping her hand. The moment we connected, it was clear that Natali was someone I could trust implicitly. We moved to the living room, a grand and exquisitely adorned space featuring luxurious sofas and crystal chandeliers. The opulence of this house was undeniable, Clyde had mentioned his family's wealth, but this surpassed anything I had imagined. I took a seat next to him on a loveseat, leaning in toward him. Yet, I could still sense Natali's gaze on me, as if she were trying to piece together a puzzle. Perhaps she was contemplatin

Forgiven. My ghost hovered in that ice-cold courtyard, nearly frozen through. On New Year's Eve, fireworks cracked and boomed outside, painting the night sky in bursts of blinding gold and various colors. From the manor windows, the display was spectacular. But inside, the holiday dinner was a tomb—silent and stagnant. Father sat at the head of the table. Before him were two place settings. One was for Matthew.

He said and aimed to take the cloth, but Ashriel stopped him by holding his hand. “It’s okay, Nile. It’s not a big deal.” She said and continued wiping his face and neck. Nile became stiff like a little kid, making Ashriel chuckle. “You said you were once a noble. What name are you carrying?” Ashriel asked. She tried to rack her brain, trying to remember what Noble Family has Brunette hair and greyish-blue eyes. Recalling all the Noble Families under Aparctias and Thrascias, there was only one family with that identity.

Alexander briefed her on this in the sitting room adjacent to the nursery, standing near the window with a single sheet of summary notes that he had clearly already read and condensed before bringing to her, which was another thing she had learned to recognize as a form of consideration. "This is more response than usual," she said. "Considerably," he said. "Because of the bloodline." "Because of the bloodline, and because of the number, and because of the timing relative to your own formal status in this court." He paused. "The noble houses are attempting to calculate what this means for succession. They will not reach a comfortable conclusion because the answer is not yet settled." She loo

Common sense would have left Cain House after the first locked door opened by itself. Common sense would have taken Jonah, her repaired car, and whatever dignity she still had left, and driven until the mansion was nothing but a rich person’s nightmare in the rearview mirror. Instead, she was walking barefoot through a forbidden hallway after midnight with a billionaire widower, a housekeeper who knew too much, and a dead woman’s necklace biting into her palm. The floorboards did not creak beneath Theodore. That irritated her. Even the house had manners for him. Mrs. Blythe carried a brass lamp, though the hallway lights were on now. Its flame moved strangely, leaning away from the nursery d

I won’t surrender to a man like him. The car drives over gravel, I can hear it crunching under the tyres until it stops. I take a look and see the most magnificent house I have ever seen; it looks like a palace with its turrets on either side and massive floor to ceiling windows out the front and a large, imposing door. Sunken into the ground uplighters cast a magical glow onto it. This is not what I was expecting. What was I expecting? Something more like a Vampire’s hell hole, dark, grey, drab, black even. A house from a horror story befitting for a man like Nico Santangelo. But this, this is exquisite. A heavy vine creeps up the house decorating it on the left with its glorious leaves, it

David and mercy was dumbfounded as they stare at them in disbelief, these people are so poor yet act rich, so rich in love unlike theirs. “Wow…oh my goodness. David, well done you have succeeded in bringing clowns to our house…that’s nice.” She chuckled, yet David was silent. She laughed for a while, Daniel and Natasha were shocked by what she had called them but dare not say anything. “Anyways, you both listen up. My name is Mercy Nelson; David’s wife.” She said, “And I am David Nelson, welcome to our house.” David said calmly. “Thank you so much sir/ma, we appreciate it.” Daniel said, respectfully.

Thank you so much. Jayden Alexander Krigston, the heir apparent to the Falcovian throne is promised to get married to his childhood love Rosaleigh Isabelle Bloemen, the Crown princess of Orbloem. But fate has other plans... Join Jayden to witness all the ups and downs in his journey to fulfil his NOBLE PROMISE. Is this story meant for a HAPPY ENDING? Keep reading. Copyrights © 2020 by B_Iqbal All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotation in a book review.