Nobleman Thesaurus Novels & Stories

-- 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."

No words. No escalation. Just— Silence. Heavy. Deliberate. The kind that made people aware of their own breathing. “Finish that sentence,” Damien said quietly. Not a command. Not quite. Worse. An invitation. The noble swallowed. “I—Your Highness, I meant no offense—” “Then you should have no difficulty clarifying your meaning.” Still calm. Still controlled. But sharper now. The noble’s smile faltered completely. “I was merely speaking in general terms—”

she tried to read a specific word on the file. “Etiquette. It’s called, etiquette.” Cristopher corrected, he shook his head as his eyes gazed from the woman, then towards the file he is currently holding within his grip. “Etiquette is the proper behavior in which you NEED to possess if you want to be called as a ‘Noble Young Missy’ like you should.” he continued after, explaining the terms which he needed to make her understand the important things she needs to keep in mind.

“Is he your relative?” “No, My Lord.” The noble shook his head. He glanced at the man before answering, “The Lord is an archmage assigned by the king himself to administer lands east of Clementine forest.” “Ah, is that so?” Norman turned his head towards this arrogant, grumpy man. “May I be honored to hear of the lord’s name?” He was very respectful with his words since an archmage has immense power that could topple a town by himself, even a city if he exerts his best.