Noble House Novel Novels & Stories

Not after his possessiveness coming off so openly. Honeysuckle, the scent infused in the air, the bright greenery lined around the beautiful flower bed and a sprinkler humming in the background, gave me a place to actually look up to when I felt blue. "It's through here." Nathaniel pressed a button and stood beside the front door. I gave him a nervous smile and stepped into my new house. Daniel's coat reminded me that my husband was the key to my existence in those glass walls. The interior of the house was all white, surrounded by the glass walls, modern furniture and a rich collection of classical art and antiques.

My vision was still foggy from the anesthesia's lingering effects as I squinted, attempting to acclimatize to the intense lighting, and moved my gaze about the room. On the bedside table, within arm's reach, just a stretch away, was a newspaper with bold, captivating headlines that instantly grabbed my interest. The words sprang from the page, slicing through my foggy daze with cruel clarity. I was taken aback by the unexpected headline that read: "Mr. Sherman Colton Abandoned by His Second Spouse."

Every penny I had saved had gone straight to Amy. The villa she lived in, her sports car, and the 30-carat ruby around her neck had all been paid for with my savings. Everything reminded me that I was no longer worthy of his love. Ms. Murphy sighed, cupping my face gently. "You do realize Wolfen Kingdom is a major city, right? You can't show up looking like this. It'd be an embarrassment to me! Come on, we're going shopping." For years, I had been drowning in Lucas' love, forgetting myself in the process.

"Henry, I'm sorry for not being a good mommy to you!" Henry solemnly nodded, indicating he understood, and elegantly urged Jessica to have breakfast. Everything about his dear mommy was good, but she was lazy and couldn't do housework. Poor him, at such a young age, he was good at housework and could cook a table full of dishes. ****** Noblefull Group building, situated in the most prosperous central area, towering into the sky, was magnificent and extraordinary. Jessica took a long breath. Come on, Jessica! For the money, rise!

I'm sure she was furious with that sentence. However, before Darren could speak up again, I broke in with a sentence that he would never expect. "Just so you know, you two are very lame, and you should have avoided me. Not like this, continuing to attack and insult me. I'm about to become Mrs. Noble. You need to remember, the Stuart Family is under the Noble Family." Satisfied with my words to Darren and Emma. I could see that they were getting angry as well as annoyed by my words. "You really don't know yourself, Noella. How dare you say that to my face. I'll make sure what you say never happens."

The accompanying clatter of the hot iron as it hit the kitchen floor a moment later has haunted me all day. "There's going to be a Noble joining us for this dinner here that you haven't met before." I turn, looking toward Oliver. He leans against the kitchen counter, watching me swirl my swollen, red hand around the ice water. "Who?" I mumble mindlessly. "Kastriv." I shudder. Just what I need. Another Noble. Noble's used to frighten me. Unprecedented power flows through their veins, magic unrivalled by anyone else in this Territory. I've met a few now due to my husband's political position, and most have been kind and gentle. Nothing to be afraid of.

“I hope that after carrying out this sentence, you will realize the mistake you have made and will not repeat it again.” Ms. Caroline put her hands on the table and cupped them. “You will do some tasks at the Moldark family residence in Noblebranch.” “Noblebranch?” “That is the elite residential area of ​​the nobles in Duradel. Big houses across from Caravons Depth. You can see it from your bedroom window.” Those big scary houses? Vero remembered when she fell into the lake that night. She woke up near Noblebranch and felt a horror that made her guts shrink. There was something in that place that was inhuman. Maybe because the houses looked gloomy and poorly lit at night.

It was not a simple house but a mansion in a sophisticated exclusive subdivision for the wealthy. I now understood why his mother was overprotective of him. They were a wealthy family. The gate opened allowing the car to enter. “Where?” Lennox growled. He was still tense and the atmosphere around us was not comfortable. “That white house.” “That’s a mansion.” It was comparable to Lennox’s house. “It’s a simple house, Keira. I already texted Mommy. She will be here in a minute. Do you want to drink a coffee or eat at least before you go?”

Chapter 12 - Broken Glass The ballroom of the Davenport townhouse glittered like a jewel box gold-veined marble floors, crystal chandeliers dripping light, walls custom painted with gold plated paint and oil paintings worth more than Antonella’s childhood bedroom. Manhattan’s elite filled the room in tailored suits and couture gowns, laughter chiming like expensive glassware. It’s still surprising how easy it is for the elite for have custom gowns made for them for these events even if they’re short notice and unexpected.

I thought I had finally sobered from the shock of being confronted with wealth, but it seems the awe remains. Ciella owns a pretty ivory manor on the western edge of the city. We just wandered up a stone garden path shrouded with lush plant life and fat blooming flowers that have draped their scent all over me. I stare up the towering walls, bathed is warm honeyed light from the evening sun. This place is insane. Eden has explained to me that Ciella is part of the noble class here, which after seeing this house, didn't really need mentioning. Apparently her friends are high society too, which only adds to my nerves.