Noble Six Novels & Stories

"Noblefull Group's main profitable projects are real estate and jewelry. They have funds now, and they have the technology and connections in the jewelry field. But they can't continue with the Walnut Creek project." "I understand, so we play dirty?" Lionel raised an eyebrow and looked at Mr. Marcus with a smirk, as if saying, "You're already a thug, it's about time we played dirty. You've been acting gentlemanly for so long." Saxon may be playing dirty, but he's not as ruthless as Mr. Marcus. When the thug, Saxon, can't win a fight, he calls for backup. But Mr. Marcus, the thug, isn't afraid of numbers. He blows up your house and leaves you homeless.

Seb sighs "Honestly fuck this we kill Mahdia, James, and Jamal I know he's your brother and all but he gotta go boo," she says getting annoyed with all this "It's not that easy princess...Sebastian contacted Xavier Ivanov, Blake Martinez, and Alex Costa" He shoots his head up at me "I'm sorry you know those people" he states with disbelief "I own them" I shrug leaning back "Who are they" Zuri frowns looking at both of us "In this world of billionaires, you know we have the drug dealers, arms dealer is we have a hierarchy right so Blake is fourth, Xavier is third and Alex is second"

Griffin chipped in and I stiffened, watching as the remaining 5 Alphas went pale. I understood why immediately. Yes, the Six generational Alphas are prodigies who no one has ever been able to beat. But that was only in this country. From Japan, there was another group of players who could take the six of them head-on. Though every match they played together always ended up in a tie. But still, the six Alphas couldn't take it lying down and promised to crush them in the next tournament which never happened because the six Alphas all stopped playing, due to the horrible incident that happened then.

I want him to ask if I am okay after what happened, but he has gone radio silent, probably tucked in his cozy bedroom, sleeping. "Oh, my God, look at this," Sienna’s voice cuts through the loud music. She spins her phone around to face the group, showing a freshly updated page from New York Elite Gossip. SPOTTED AT AURA MANHATTAN: The Six Wives of New York have officially reunited. Word on the street is that the city’s favorite heiresses are out to play. Summer just got a whole lot hotter! "They work fast," Elena remarks dryly, leaning back against the plush booth and swirling her drink. "We’ve been in the building for less than forty-five minutes, and the blogs are already tracking our coor

It’s made of Pacts. "Lyra! Caelum! Nathaniel! Maya!" I called out. The six of us—the Queen, the Rebel, the Saint, the Logician, and the two Heirs—formed a circle on the bridge. We were the Six of the North. "We aren't fighting three brothers," I said, the Void-Blade turning from black-glass to a shimmering, translucent violet. "We are ending the cycle of the Five." We joined hands.

The house was quiet in the way that houses got quiet after full evenings. "She likes you," I said. "She's deciding," he said. "She made the good pasta and she touched your shoulder," I said. "She has decided." He looked at the Christmas lights. "Leo's good." "I know." "He's going to be formidable." "I know that too." I looked at him. "He liked you." "I lost five out of six games." "He gave you genuine credit for the sixth," I said. "That is Leo saying he likes you." Landon looked at the tree. The lights were the small white kind, the ones my mother had put up every year since I could remember.