Noble Six Novels & Stories

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

Calm but deadly. “Oh yes she does,” willer cut in. His voice sharp. “Mr Herbert we received more than photos this morning. We received a copy of your marriage contract. Clause seven, a transaction for the Laurent Merger, and the 10.2 billion dollars you married her to secure the vote”. The room went still. Elena's blood ran cold. Vanessa smiled. Willer pressed on… “it's true, isn't it?” Willer asked looking at Elena directly. How much did he pay you?, fifty thousand? A hundred? Is that what your dad would have wanted?, Just let it out”.

This was a mission, and Robert DiFronzo was the target, nothing more. The double doors to the hall swung open, revealing a grand ballroom filled with gleaming chandeliers and opulent décor. Crystal light fixtures hung like stars from the ceiling, casting a golden glow across the space. Every corner was a display of wealth and power: lavish flower arrangements, polished marble floors, and walls adorned with exquisite art. It was a world designed to dazzle and intimidate.

It would be a 24 weeks program in one of the best hospitals around Nashville. My eyes darted towards Gracelyn and Lucille, as we stood ahead in the queue according to the alphabetic order of our names. I was behind Remus Lynn while Alex was in the upfront with Adam. His blue ceremony gown ending near his ankles where his blue jeans was visible. They seemed into a deep conversation. Amanda Chris aka Amy ogled at him as if Alex was a top fashion model. My eyes wandered around and no doubt every girl was eyefucking him.

Five admitted. “Blossom here shared an interesting story, since I'm not allowed to use the word lame, piece of information with me. She saved my name as Five on her phone and changed everyone else's name to numbers,” Six explained to him. “That's genius,” Five chuckled. I started, “Thank you! At least someone gets that it's “lame.” Six finished off. I sent him a glare. “Ignore him, Rochelle. He will forever have a stick up his ass. It’s an honor to meet you, Five smiled. “You too, Five, though it boggles me why you people go by numbers,” I replied. “When Six is ready to tell you, everything else will fit into place,” he said.

"Dad, why'd you hit me? I'm your real daughter. You hid me for six years because of her, and I let it slide. Now I'm pregnant—with your actual grandkid. What's so wrong about wanting to come home?" Sharon stared them down like she owned the place. Adelson heiress, future Benetton queen—this drama barely registered. "If it blows up, just toss some cash at it. Yasmine's freaking out 'cause she knows you're done backing her once I'm back. She's a fake—and she will be broke, head to toe." Sebastian's hand shook as he pointed at her. "You..." He used to think the daughter raised apart was just rough around the edges—she'd grow out of it. Never imagined she'd turn out this dumb and cruel.

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"

The whole story seemed incredulous. Luca chuckled, understanding, but nodded his head. “You’re right, there have been many seekers, but here’s the thing. The prophecies always called for six noble souls. In all truth, I was never noble, and there were never the right six.”

Six cut in, his voice suddenly high-pitched as he snatched a flute from a passing waiter’s tray. I blinked. “What—” He cleared his throat dramatically, taking a slow sip of his drink before lowering the glass. “Don’t mention names, Arabella. Ever.” I exhaled sharply. “So do we need code names? What do I call them?” He rolled his eyes. “Really?” I grabbed his arm. “Seriously, Six, I need your help.” He looked around. “Arabella, there are people watching.”

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.