Noblesse Ch 1 Novels & Stories

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

I blink and try to focus on my phone while my heart begins to race. He is too close. He needs to step back. For once, my mind kicks in. I lean back just enough so his warm breath can’t reach my face before I glance back up at him. I turn my phone so he can see it and softly hum, “Noble Shane.” Noble Shane has a certain air about it. Well, he is a noble. Not just any noble, but one of the highest nobles in the country. His eyes sparkle as he turns his phone towards me. “I’ve got you in as Princess Deloris.”

PREVIEW Chapter 1: The House That Raised Us The sun caught the edges of the grand staircase, turning dust motes into slow arcs of suspended light. Arlo’s hands moved over the polished marble with meticulous care. Each stroke of the cloth was precise, deliberate because in this house, a mistake was more than a slip. It was a reminder of where he stood: the servant’s son, the invisible shadow in a world that belonged to others. He had learned early that the house’s rules extended beyond what was spoken. Every footstep, every glance, every breath had a place and a time. He pressed his palms harder against the rail, watching his reflection ripple in the shine.

said chancellor George looking at her with a smirk . Catherine blushed a little then looked at her daughter . Charlotte looked at them with a smirk . " Before I reply to you , I will ask you something since I am quite curious . Why shouldn't I show myself in front of you ? " said Charlotte . " Because you are shamelessly greedy . " said the noble girl . " Greedy ? " asked Charlotte calmly and confused . " You are clearly making use of our king to satisfy your greed . As a loyal citizen of this empire , I will dare to speak everyone's inner thoughts and ask his majesty for forgiveness for being straightforward . " said the noble girl .

He gives me a bright smile "On second thought, maybe you should read a little about it." Is that a compliment or an insult? I don't understand the people of the royal family. "Thanks," I say flatly "Moon Held, Lukas." After a short bath and changing into the same nightgown as yesterday, I pick up the book I'd asked for from the library. 101 ways to be a proper noble Lady. I curl up on the couch in the same place as yesterday, the sound of cackling fire creating a soothing aura in the room. As I read on about the proper way of greeting a gentleman of lower status than you, but still of nobel birth, my mind starts to wander.

Noelle hesitated, “Alright, as long as you’re okay with it.” She and Charles Hoffman came from different worlds. He had been born into a rich and noble family, so he must always have had access to high-quality food and clothing. However, she was different. Although she had been born into the Shaw family, no one had ever treated her as an heiress to the Shaw family. Noelle had started fending for herself when she was a young child and had led a life no different from any ordinary middle-class kid. There were massive differences between her and Charles, so her first thought after hearing his suggestion was that he had gone mad.

(Old Corg) “As I said before….in these days…the only good nobles….is our Aeternum Nobles….they didn’t have that bigger, overarching power…and they have the same opportunity as all of us….those people just there because of their namesake…..they not even qualified do anything at all….”.(Madame Betty)

Nollace squinted and said, “Do you think it’s that easy to uproot an aristocratic family? Besides, the Taylors are special. When my grandfather was still alive, he couldn’t get any evidence on the Taylors, and this means that Elder Master Taylor isn’t someone we can easily deal with.” Hedeon scratched his cheek and mumbled, “I can never understand the fight between the nobles.” Nollace patted his shoulder and said, “Alright. Just keep an eye on her. I’ll handle it.” When Nollace was leaving the company in the evening, Cecilia came down from a Lamborghini and took off her sunglasses. “Your Highness.” He stopped in his tracks and looked at Cecilia coldly. “Yes?” Cecilia stopped in front of him

I gasped, covering my chest as he popped into the room and held up an outfit, ‘here,” he said, looking at my long, pale legs. “Do you mind?” I sputtered, face red. “No, No, I don’t,” he smirked. I pushed him out and got dressed. ‘Wow, these rich people knew how to spoil themselves.’ I could only use one word to describe the feeling it gave. Elegant.

The elite clutched their pearls and canes, their whispers dying as they shrank back, their scorn replaced by fear. Sophia, Lila’s mother, burst into the hall, her emerald gown swirling. Her face lit with anticipation—today, Lila’s engagement to Cassian would elevate their name to new heights. But her joy shattered as she saw Cassian pinned beneath Nero’s boot. “Nero!” she barked, her voice sharp, cutting through the silence. “Leave him alone!”