Noblesse Ch 1 Novels & Stories

“And by insists, you mean she wants to dress me like a Christmas gift and parade me around?” He didn’t deny it. Just kissed my fingers and said, “Wear red. It makes the lightning in your eyes even more dangerous.” I rolled my eyes. But inside? My heart was thundering louder than the carriage wheels. ***** We barely passed the third outer gate when the noble gossip began. Nobles everywhere. Peacocking in embroidered coats and feathered cloaks, armed with fake laughter and sharper whispers. “Oh my gods, is that Lady Abby?” “They say she blasted three rebel mages with one hand!”

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.

“Call me by what you’re calling me before.” Oriana anxiously walked towards the corner of the long table with various expensive drinks. The nobles talked with each other, and she never bothered to socialize with them. Some did greet her, but that was because Leon entered the Hall with her. Oriana was fully aware of the greediness and jealousy hidden behind their eyes. She sighed deeply and looked at the gloves that Leon gave before the event started. “How can a noble of a fallen house like me be paired with the noble of the fourth house of Aparctias?” She asked herself. She sighed again and took her drink from the servant when she bumped into something.

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

“It's really fine, Madame. You don't have to apologise for it. Everyone zones out. I do too." I nodded. “Thank you so much.” I said to her as I took my seat on the head of the dining. A genuine smile crept its way to my face as the maid served my meal. “How did you know that I love pasta and cheese?” I asked Molly as she continued to serve the meal. “We have no idea, Madame. It was Mrs Grace's idea to prepare it for you.” “That's awesome. Thank you so much.” “You are welcome, Madame….” “No, Molly. Don't address me like that. It makes me appear old. I'm just a young woman like you. Call me Lexi instead.” I said as I began to eat, but she shook her head.

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

As she hit send, Sophie looked at her parents with eyes too old for her face. "We have eighteen hours to prepare for either a trap or an alliance. And three hours after that, we launch the counterstrike regardless." "Ready or not?" Marcus asked. "Ready or not," Sophie confirmed. Outside, dawn was breaking over San Miguel de Allende. A beautiful morning in a colonial town where a ten-year-old girl was planning to dismantle global conspiracies or die trying. The underground war they'd been avoiding was about to become very public. And everything they'd built, every alliance, every resource, every carefully hidden family was about to be tested in ways none of them were prepared for.

Clara admired the grandeur of Andrew Reynolds' mansion, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It was all so overwhelming, so lavish, and so unfamiliar. She felt like a small fish in a big pond, completely out of her depth. But then, a maid appeared and led her up to her room. As she settled onto the bed, she began to feel a little more at ease. Perhaps this new life wouldn't be so bad after all. Just as she was about to change out of her dress, the door burst open, and Micheal walked in. Her heart raced as she tried to comprehend why he was there.

*** 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.