Nobles And Misfits Novels & Stories

The whole town is almost shattered from the attack earlier and there's no point staying here any longer. The next morning, the Misfits prepare for the journey to Starlight Pack. It's an odd sight-wolves from two completely different worlds moving together as one. The scrappy warriors of the Misfits, dressed in whatever armour they could piece together, walked beside the polished and disciplined warriors of the Starlight Pack. The atmosphere is light, though. They joke, tell stories, and challenge each other to ridiculous games. At one point, Greta challenges Williams, Bran's Beta, to an arm-wrestling match. The fight is intense, with both warriors straining, gritty and their teeth. Williams

"They're postcards for rich bastards. Me and Nonna? We're the gum stuck under their designer loafers." I watched him scrape burnt bits into a chipped saucer labeled For Strays. His hands betrayed him - gentle with the dish, ruthless with himself. Humans were contradictions wrapped in cigarette foil. My kind lived centuries by clinging to certainties: hunt together, die honorably, keep the bloodline pure. But these brittle, ephemeral creatures? They thrived on chaos, building sandcastles against tsunami tides. Liam's voice cut through my musing. "You keep staring, I'm gonna charge admission."

They did not matter—if anything, I believed they got what they deserved, for being part of the nobles, for being a part of the families responsible for the death of other innocent people, for simply being born into such powerful families that dared to think they could use them to get to me like they did with my father. I hated the noble families—I still do. I do not think I hate anything or anyone more than I do with them—and the sad fact is, most of the council members are from the noble families. Only by getting rid of such families will peace reign in the kingdom, for every thing that has happened—every mishap, every downfall, every attack, and every single conspiracy is a result of them,

the councilman Ruben agreed. Ruben addressed the crowd, oblivious to the squabbling between the Alphas. "Even though I despise people who break the rules, this circumstance is different, and it would be silly to drag this trial about this unsanctioned mating." "True," Marcus nodded, "Now that we know that the Silver moon Alpha wants Rosalie Murdoch as his mistress, even though he is already mated with Grace Anderson. It would make the Anderson pack angry.” "Indeed, and they may strike back. We can all count ourselves fortunate that they have already returned to their land." Ruben jested.

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Cedric's blank eyes betrayed no emotion, but his smile wilted a little. "Ash is a very complex man. You know what they say, still waters run deep." "Have you known him all your life?" Anne had to admit the League of Rogues had always fascinated her. Five wealthy, powerful noblemen who eschewed society's formalities and made vices their mistresses. It should have been a topic she'd avoided to contemplate, yet she couldn't resist. But she felt her knowledge of their pasts and relationships was likely based on rumor and The Quizzing Glass Gazette more than truth.

INTRODUCTION Ayla is just a simple girl, everyone loves her because of her nice attitude and gorgeous face. Her life is just simple not until she meet the man that will change her life, the man that she will love. She’s even willing to do everything for him, including being his beautiful mistake. PROLOGUE Beautiful scenery and cold air caresses my skin. The different kind of flowers and bird noises gives me comfort. This is the kind of silence I want. I am not the kind of girl who believes in love, for me love is a lust, hormones and being made my by our mind and think that it was love.

Thackeray clenched his fist. “And find out all the info about that Alliance of Assholes!” Edwina completed. Thackeray burst out into laughter, “I can’t believe you call them that!” The Grand Peerage is what they called themselves, but Edwina had given them a different moniker, the Alliance of Assholes. A group of corrupt nobles who engaged in corrupt activities indulged in decadent lifestyles and ignored their responsibility to their people. They were against rights for commoners, taxes for nobles, and any social work projects. Filled with corruption, the Grand Peerage had been designed to keep its members safe. Strength in numbers and all that.

The Society. Nobody wanted to be a pariah, being part of The Society meant you were somebody, you achieved something. The Society could chew you up and spit you out or make you raise to the top. Noble people were most welcomed and desired as everybody sought their companion and wanted to be noticed by an earl, baron or the duke. Recently new group of people has been added to The Society, the rich ones. Being a noble person doesn’t always equal to being wealthy. Quite often the nobles were on the verge of bankruptcy than marrying a nouveau riche might be a life saving matter, thus marriages of that kind occurred more often. Mr and Mrs Netherfells were an example of such marriage.

Who cares how big and tall they are? The five were looking at us and sniggering, like we were too small for them. "You picked the wrong opponent, little worms who're calling yourselves dragons!" The first lady smirked and spit to mock us. "Dragons!" The second lady scoffed, and they all laughed. "Bulls**TS! Stop barking, b***tches!" I yelled and clenched my fist. "Relax!" Lesley is smirking as she lightly strikes my back. "Why don't you take off your mask so we can see who looks like an ugly wh***re between us?" Their leader said in a flat tone, like, damn, she speaks more like a robot than Tarcy.