Nobles And Misfits Novels & Stories

“You are worthless.” When I was nine, my mother said words that affected my whole life. It was the first time I have heard of those words, but I’m sure they aren’t nice. After learning what those words meant, I worked hard to find my worth. In this world, humans are divided into three classes: the nobility, the clergy, and the peasants. My family belongs to the noble lineage of Timmerhaus, an honorable clan made by outstanding instructors and philosophers. Count Seloriett Moroan Timmerhaus. The esteemed head of the house, who excels in hunting and agriculture. He unified the ideas of Eastern Lorelei and the Empire of Marluke to create an excellent farming culture.

Roland couldn't help but wonder how the author had managed to expose this dark underbelly of their seemingly civilized society. "The author doesn't mince words," Roland murmured, his brow furrowed in thought. "He boldly declares the entire concept of nobility to be a poison, hindering the Empire's progress." The book argued that the rigid social structure, which denied commoners access to education and opportunities, stifled the potential of the vast majority of the population.

Walked to the small window. The city stretched beneath us, indifferent and oblivious. “I am her brother, you know,” I murmured. “Adopted, stupid, and young, I didn’t know what to do with the way I felt.” Mia’s voice softened almost. “You’re not the only one who’s ever been told their feelings are wrong.” Louisa twirled a ring on her finger. “We’re all misfits in this war, but misfits with focus can burn kingdoms down.”

Gently, she rubbed her arms which felt numb due to the freezing room, and stepped in when the metal doors opened. All her life, she had never been humiliated like she was today. Even if she had been rejected numerous times, heartbroken countless times, and cheated on in every relationship, no one, not one person gave her this kind of humiliation. They disrespected her but she still had her pride and ego. Today, she lost both. She lost her pride and ego to a rich, supernaturally hot stranger called Nolan. Who the hell does he think he is? A billionaire She replied herself before she even voiced it out. She stopped crying a while ago but she looked as miserable as she felt. She looked terrible

All new things really confused the hell out of me! Noire said, that their tribe have different types of lives. The noble and fortunate who have all the privilege and the whole good things on their hands. While the others are the unfortunate and poor ones. Who barely experience the real meaning of life, maybe once or twice, or worst never. They are born, to serve and be slave of those scumbags, who really think that they are the 'great ones'. Even their way of living is being controlled by the bugs. They can't even express their real emotions towards the person they passionately love. Cruel isn't?

“You have the inheritance and yet there’s something different, if your eyes are emerald…” I snatched my hand away from him. “One hand hold and we’re onto the personal questions? I don’t know why my eyes aren’t heights. Maybe I’m a reject.” “In my experience,” Mischief sidled closer, “it’s rarely a bad thing to be considered a reject, different, or bastard. We become the strongest and most dangerous because we’re underestimated.” He hesitated, catching Anthony’s eye. “And it is equally rarely a bad thing not to walk in the footsteps of our mothers.”

I frowned at her and she looked away. What is wrong with her? We arrived at a five star hotel. Dad went outside and opened the door for Mom and then for us. As I went out, I looked at the building in front of me. There were few people walking around. At first look, I can already say that they are rich people. No ordinary. Ghale pushed me a little, making me step forward to follow our parents. We went inside a restaurant with a few people eating. The ambience looked so classy. The interior has a renaissance-inspired design that compliments the atmosphere of the restaurant.

But then, that brought another problem. The girls that Jasper associated with were ghastly! They had absolutely no class whatsoever! Showing everything they had in those ridiculously short frocks, had they never heard that imagination is everything as far as a man is concerned. He did not doubt that the parties these young people went to were on a par with a Roman orgy full of drugs and sex. Well, he had some influence on who Jasper married, even if he was dead and buried. He would phone Henry, and he would change his will. He would put a stop to Jasper's shameful ways, and he would teach that boy a lesson.

Nonetheless, despite my furious struggles, I wasn't able to escape his grip. Smug delight flashed in Melissa's eyes. Locking my gaze with Liam's, I spat out, "Liam Yarrow, the thing I regret most in my life was joining your company back then…" Following a loud smack, my face whipped to the side with the force of the slap. Silence descended upon the room. Liam subconsciously released me, but his tone remained as arrogant and full of superiority as ever. "I can't just stand by and watch you continue to make mistakes."

Though he was ugly and overweight, Sherry had chosen him because of his noble status. After a brief moment of panic, Sherry quickly calmed down and retorted, "So what? Back then, Ian was just some poor nobody. His talents couldn't have gotten him anywhere. Once he left college, he would've been some miserable loser without any resources or connections. "I'm not so stupid as to suffer alongside him for life. But now that he's climbed to the top, he has the greatest power and wealth. Go ahead and tell him everything if you want. Let's see whether he believes you or me."