Nobles And Misfits Novels & Stories

"Cyrus... You're scared." The edge of Cyrus's eye twitched. He pulled his foot back and patted at the hem of his robe, brushing away non-existent dust. "Scared? You should understand that the one who is going to die is the Alpha's legitimate heir. Meanwhile, you are the sacrifice that will be offered on the altar." I let out a cold laugh. "You really think your deal with Victor is foolproof?"

“It’s not a flaw, you know. But it does make you vulnerable.” She stared out the window, the dark blur of fields sliding past. “I’m not a project, Arthur.” “I never said you were,” he replied gently. “But you deserve better than to play nurse to a fallen heir. You’re tying yourself to a man drowning in his own guilt. You’ll go under with him.” Her jaw clenched. “You don’t know him.” Arthur glanced at her, faint amusement curving his lips. “I know his kind. I grew up watching men like him destroy everything they touched—and the women who thought they could fix them.”

“So quick to forget what it feels like to be a low-born…” “We need to let everyone know that this redhead has turned into a disgusting noble…”

Her heels clicked confidently against the floor, her eyes scanning the place like she was already imagining the perfect I*******m pictures. “C’mon,” Peace called, grabbing my hand. “Let’s go look at some depressing paintings.” I let out a soft laugh, finally giving in. We wandered through the first section. The walls were covered with huge, faded portraits. There were paintings of old kings, Queens and warriors standing proudly with swords and shields. “Why do old paintings always look like the people never smiled in their lives?” Peace whispered, squinting at one stiff-looking portrait. “Probably because life back then was miserable,” I whispered back, smirking. “No WiFi, no internet. No N*

“Why are you doing this? We have the right to shop here as customers.” The shopkeeper’s sneer deepened. “You obviously can’t even afford a single piece of cloth in this store. You’re not real customers.” Juliet stepped forward, her eyes blazing with defiance. “Who are you to decide who’s a real customer? We came here to look at dresses, just like anyone else.” The shopkeeper laughed mockingly. “Look at dresses? You can’t even dream of affording them. Now get out.” Elena’s face twisted into a smug smile. “This store is for people of status and wealth. You don’t belong here.”

I'm supposed to be used to my sister switching personalities by now, but every time she does this, it disgusts me. Right! I can't argue myself out of this! Literally, Raymond and Cassie are the innocent protagonists whose love for each other has surpassed the heavens, while I'm the wicked villain who would stop at nothing to disturb their perfect relationship. I sighed and turned around, ignoring Cassie's words, fearing that if I spent another minute here, things might not look good.

The basement with its little window was her room, this was despite the fact that the house had over seven rooms. “…and the little princess arrives, my my, what are these fabulous clothes you are wearing, Zee here tells me you’ve been going around sleeping with men for money” Zee was the most devious of the two sisters, always quiet, but with the personality of the devil. She didn’t throw tantrums like Nina, she was the observer, who watch, plan and execute from behind. Aramina glared at her but she blinked back innocently with a sinister smile on her lips.

Thank you so much. Jayden Alexander Krigston, the heir apparent to the Falcovian throne is promised to get married to his childhood love Rosaleigh Isabelle Bloemen, the Crown princess of Orbloem. But fate has other plans... Join Jayden to witness all the ups and downs in his journey to fulfil his NOBLE PROMISE. Is this story meant for a HAPPY ENDING? Keep reading. Copyrights © 2020 by B_Iqbal All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotation in a book review.

Noblefull Group attracted the social elites, and they were used to working quickly, fiercely, and accurately, including in matters of relationships. Because those who dared to approach and talk to Jessica were men with some weight and capital in Noblefull Group, no junior employees dared to pursue Jessica. These men still had their own pride. Miss Jessica seemed very innocent, a typical well-behaved girl. When they looked at her, they always saw a layer of mist that separated them. This girl was naturally elegant and beautiful, but just because she had strong work abilities didn't mean she excelled at everything. These men believed in their own abilities and social status, and they had rich

It was a brilliant ideas to be said so, these people were already all lost their ways, and even if they were saved, there will be stigma on them, a marked that would made them an outcast in their own society be it they wanted it or not, especially to those that were forced to be the play toy of this wretched nobles. It was a commons sense that everyone knows, those that were used by the nobles rarely be welcomed homes with a loving smiles. Instead they were welcomed with disgust and contempt, many were even blaming those that survived the noble injustice with anger and madness in fear that the survivor would implicate them with disasters. Leaving them here would be negligence of a superficia