Noblesse Ch 1 Novels & Stories

After looking for a book for a short while, I choose to read A Noble Selfless Girl. I give it a close look. This tale seems to be well-known to me. It concerns the conceited girl who only ever wants what is best for her sister. Oh my goodness, I can relate. I can't help but feel sad for the selfless girl as I read. She gives everything up. Gosh. I examine my watch. Already in the afternoon. My God. It is already too late, but I was unaware of this. Grandma might be waiting for me. I then placed it in the proper location. When my vision was already adjusted, I closed my eyes. I get up. I get up from the study table where I had been sitting earlier. I went outside the library.

Not even the steady rhythm of his breath against my skin mattered in that moment. “Do you like it?” he asked finally, his voice laced with hesitation. “Is that supposed to be a question?” My words were half awe, half disbelief. I lowered my gaze, only to be ensnared again—this time by the ground beneath me. The floor was a sheet of black marble, vast and pristine, its crystalline swirls glinting like tiny galaxies under the chandelier’s glow. Pearlescent streaks curled across the stone like constellations caught in a frozen tide. I almost wanted to kneel, to press my palms to it, to marvel at the artistry beneath my feet.

The council chamber was a place of stone and steel cold walls lined with banners, polished floors echoing with every step, a long table stretched beneath the weight of ledgers and scrolls. Serina sat near Damien’s side, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Every noble present stole glances at her when they thought she wouldn’t notice. Some faces were blank masks, others poorly hidden sneers. The cursed bride. The title clung to her like smoke. Damien leaned back in his chair, silent, unreadable, as though the poisoned noble had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience. His silence was a blade too daring them all to speak.

⸻ No one in the hall understood. Except… An elderly servant standing near the staircase. The silver tray slipped from his hands. It crashed onto the marble floor. His terrified eyes were fixed on Alessio. Then he whispered words that froze every person in the mansion. “He’s not the first Alessio De Luca…” ”…to fall in love with a cursed bride.” End of Chapter 9

she threw some popcorn in her mouth and shook her head as that day’s event played in her head. “He didn’t ask that but you manage to angrily tear his card and sweep it away” Camila remarked. A frown formed on Joan’s face as she looked at her friend “He is too egoistic for his good. Like, the way he said those words were provoking” she sighed angrily “He was too full of himself ‘I don’t need a mistress, if I did, I don’t need to ask’ idiot” she hissed.

The moment the massive glass doors were opened for us, the place practically screamed luxury and elegance. The ballroom was breathtaking, bathed in the soft glow of crystal chandeliers. Dozens of nobles, high society elites, and billionaires were milling around the floor, exchanging polite pleasantries, raising their wine glasses and champagne flutes in the air with practiced grace. But looking closely, you could tell every single one of them had a hidden purpose behind their crooked smiles. Deals were being made, rivalries were playing out, and alliances were being formed between every sip of wine. The very air was screaming immense wealth. I instinctively tucked my hand into the crook of X

Well, I love the fact that I got married to the same man who had stolen my virginity. “Who is there?” I asked after taking a deep breath. I was expecting his deep baritone voice to come up, but instead I was met with a feminine voice. The voice doesn't belong to Grace the housekeeper. She was the only one I knew would dare to come to my room. So who else could it be? “It's me, Madame. Can I come in, please ?" She asked.

The rush of the waterfalls started as the automated pathways opened to let them fall onto the house. Calm. This was peace. The rest of day passed by so quietly that evening was upon us in no time. I stared at myself in awe, wondering if I was even myself anymore. “What do you think?” Bellona asked. I couldn’t speak. The assistant beside us twisted the intricate light gold bands of metal into my hair to keep it in place. I didn’t know Italian billionaire had such royal-like parties. I stood on a slightly raised platform, dressed in a fitted layers of silver chiffon that hugged my body, embroidered with velvet around the bodice that flowed downwards and faded out into peppered crystals. The as

*** ROSALEIGH ISABELLÉ The chandelier dangled low from the high ceiling. Golden lighting decorated the stupendous hall as the ensemble played an unknown country music. Heels clanked against the plush marble floor as an old woman descended the staircase. Her face blurred but the air around her was regal. As she stood at the foot of the staircase, men bowed and women curtsied to her. Where am I ? In a royal fairytale?? "Bellé, I need to dance. It's a custom I can't escape " a young male voice whispered.

Seeing Noble coming, Ingrid glanced at Alina with a meaningful expression: "Alina, thinking about it, Noble isn't bad either, you two go everywhere together. I won't bother you two anymore, I'll find my happiness." Ingrid finished speaking, lifted her skirt, and turned to leave. Alina looked at her back, feeling a little helpless. As soon as she turned her head, Noble had already run to her. Noble was wearing a white suit; his eyebrows were handsome, and a gentleman couldn't be more handsome than this. "You're so beautiful." Alina took the glass of red wine from his hand: "Thank you, you're also very handsome tonight." Noble glanced at her, raised his glass, and clinked it with Alina: "Congr