Nobleman Thesaurus Novels & Stories

“Why do you treat James so politely?” Jaime straightened his back and said seriously, “The last name Caden is the most noble last name in the Jademora Empire. Everyone knows about it. It’s respected by all. “No matter how high one’s status is in all worlds or how powerful one is, one must bow before a being with Caden as the last name.”

The stomping of hooves on the ground could be heard. We hired a coachman whose family is related to one of the officials we want to target. His name was Andre, and he was the one who would bring the funds from the city head to his uncle, who was a baron. The noble ranking system was a mess. Depending on the type of land he owns, the city head should be a count or a viscount. Marquise and baron ranks existed, so why didn't the empire create a viscount and count rank?

It took no time for him to spot the menace on the opposite side of the room. Lord Jacob Mannheim was the type of man whose presence cut a big swath even in the finest crowd. At a table full of sleek, well-groomed dandies, he looked like a king and the other men his courtiers. An absolute stunner, it was impossible not to notice his damnable good looks, but it was his confidence that stood out the most.

-- Dio nodded -- “Right! How could a noble child turn into a delinquent?” “I’m not from a noble family,” Dio immediately corrected her. “No way! Your light hair, good looks, and even the way you carry yourself are proofs that you are a noble,” she said in disbelief. Light-colored hair and hair with gray hues were common proof of nobility. The lighter the hair color, the more powerful the owner could be-- that was an irrefutable fact, but he didn’t want to admit anything. No, he didn’t want to be considered a noble because he wasn’t anymore.

*CONFERENCE WITH THE NOBLES AND NOBLESSES* "The lycan was not supposed to be attacked," a noblesse says. A noble on her right snickers. "Are you saying that because you are attracted to him?" The nobless who first spoke and is referred to as noblesse A rolls her eyes. "That is in fact not why." "Then why?" "He is important in our mission," noblesse A says. "Which is exactly why he is not dead," a noble says

He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear as he whispers. “That’s what I like to hear.“ He trails a finger down the side of my neck, humming approvingly. “Now… let’s see just how cooperative you can be.“ He goes over and locks the door. “So what’s your name handsome?” “Oh, I do enjoy a sweet talker. You can call me whatever you want, princess.“ He taps my lip lightly with a finger, voice dripping in condescension,his closeness irritating me but I have to play along. “But why don't you start by calling me "Sir"?“

He gives me a bright smile "On second thought, maybe you should read a little about it." Is that a compliment or an insult? I don't understand the people of the royal family. "Thanks," I say flatly "Moon Held, Lukas." After a short bath and changing into the same nightgown as yesterday, I pick up the book I'd asked for from the library. 101 ways to be a proper noble Lady. I curl up on the couch in the same place as yesterday, the sound of cackling fire creating a soothing aura in the room. As I read on about the proper way of greeting a gentleman of lower status than you, but still of nobel birth, my mind starts to wander.

“The ancestors’ glory? Traditional virtues? That’s all talk for the weak!” Behind him, Skylar let out a low, mocking purr. It was the sound of a predator toying with its food, dripping with contempt. “Look at you, all you so-called nobles.” Nolan’s gaze swept over the crowd before landing on me, sharp and piercing as a shard of ice. Contempt dripped from his every glance. “Always talking about bloodlines. But what do you have besides your titles? Who here has actually torn out an enemy’s throat with their own claws?”

Someone like her. A Half Noble, Half Servile. Her mother is a servile and the father she never knew was a noble. Though her mother said she is not a bastard. She never wants to talk about anything concerning her father. As the name implies, Noble, the nobles are wealthy, rich, spoiled people in their society and were originally descendants of royal kings and queens but as the world advanced there were no kings and queens but politics, president democracy and stuff. High men and women. Celebrities. Doctors. And all those high positions.

The man's eyes tightened as he sat in front of Andrew Kentworthy's desk, clarifying what his brother-in-law meant by Gabrielle's maternal family. "What do you mean by Lord exactly?" After having brought Kyle Wright into his study, Andrew opened a file from his laptop and then pushed it over to Kyle's view and answered, "Like how the traditional nobility here in Britain, Gaby's grandfather, is equivalent to a Baron. In other words, the Cromwells belong to Freedonia's aristocracy."