Nobleman Thesaurus Novels & Stories

That he was to become Lord of Inavern. Sir Gilbert was not the richest merchant. Or even close to the richest. He was a lower Noble. Lower Nobles were never made Lords. I could smell something fishy and Dameon's next words pieced it all together for me. "It won't be long before she discards of you too, Sir Adrienne. She doesn't keep her dogs too long. What did she promise you? A city? A kingdom? Her bed? "

“The Gamma? Speaking against Luna Morninne? For her?” Luna Morninne didn’t flinch. Her smile deepened. “Sharp words, Gamma. You shame your station by defending clumsy hands.” “I shame nothing,” Nolan answered without blinking. “The truth is nothing to be ashamed of.” The whispers grew louder, and I heard scraps of conversations floating around. The audacity… arrogance… defending an omega?! My chest clenched tighter. These nobles were no different from Marcus. I didn’t dare look up. But I felt him staring..

he was somewhat confused. Even though Thea had some looks and talents, it couldn't change the fact that she came from a lower class. So even if the previous Thea loved him to the core, even if he did many things that hurt Thea, he could only feel guilt towards her, unable to generate love and pity. Theo, a noble gentleman like him, was at the top of the rich list, and even the women that Nathan didn't find attractive, he considered them as treasures? Theo fell silent for a moment before slowly saying, "Nathan, one cannot distinguish between gravel and pearls with fish eyes."

“I see. The ladies are really jealous of your relationship with his grace” Natalia looked up to the Grand Duke to see if he would refute her words but as always, he was gracefully silent, staying securely by her side. It was annoying to have him keep tailing her but it was useful to keep flies away. This one fly that she wanted at a distance was too close for comfort. “His grace is really kind and courteous. If the other noblemen follow his gentlemanly character, I’m sure they can find someone as good as his grace” “I’m sure they would be glad to hear that”

“No, the Vitalis Master maybe Dom’s type, but the man is unachievable.” Noman narrowed his eyes at her and puckered his lip like he was scrutinizing their conversation. “Let’s not talk about that man shall we?” Amanda requested, disliking where the conversation strayed. She nodded again and smiled. “Alright, I’ll see you in an hour.” “Un-achievable huh?” was Noman’s quick remark the moment Amanda cut the call. “Yeah, because that man for sure has royal blood in his veins, ” she answered with a serious face. “He also holds a status we commoners cannot achieve. And he owns a bloody castle with bloody uniformed servants and a freaking butler. Does that make my point?”

“Why do you say that?” “Because that’s what you all are,” Tristan replied. “And don’t even think of telling me you’re different from all nobles.” “I …” the young man said. “I don’t seem to understand what you mean. I am indeed born with nobility but … I can’t see why you’re so angry that you generalize us as bad people.” “You don’t know my story.” “And you don’t know mine. So stop acting like you know everything about nobility.” Tristan snorted. “That is exactly what a nobleman would say to a street rat. You’re unfortunate you don’t have your parents to protect you with their money. Let me guess, these pirates have captured you for ransom, have they not?”

Porche’s feature. “Agility to win, it’s defined, which is also a Noble’s aspiration. For three consecutive glorious years, our class triumphed, proving how much flawed Skippers are. Dominated perhaps by their own ignorance, they cradle in the corner with their defeat.” Those phrases coming from the Noble’s advisor were the concrete proof of the silent competition waging with the different classes. It was obvious to the way Mr. Porche’s eyes twinkle that he’d been enthusiastic about the fact that their class has an upside quality, aside from being a pain in the ass, of course.

She wasn't certain, and when Henry saw it in her face, he said, "He was a man of his times, I suppose, bound by certain rules of society in spite of... leanings in other another direction." Looking him straight in the eye, Cassy said bluntly, "I have the feeling that there is something you know that you don't want to say directly." "I try never to say anything directly," he said with a mocking smile. "It makes it so much easier to deny later." Shifting uneasily, Cassy hesitated before she tried again. "Was my grandfather a noble man?" "A nobleman?" "No, a good and decent man." "Ah. That I can answer directly, my lady. Yes, he was a good and decent man."

"Noble?" "Still haven't answered my question." Alina paused. This question was indeed not easy to answer. While she was still in a daze, Noble had already walked in front of her. The two of them were half a meter apart. He lowered his head to look at her: "Very embarrassed?" After saying that, he sneered: "Embarrassed is disappointed." Even though he already knew the answer, he still couldn't help but ask clearly. he was indeed a person without self-respect.

(Old Corg) “As I said before….in these days…the only good nobles….is our Aeternum Nobles….they didn’t have that bigger, overarching power…and they have the same opportunity as all of us….those people just there because of their namesake…..they not even qualified do anything at all….”.(Madame Betty)