Noblesse Ch 1 Novels & Stories

The floor-to-ceiling glass walls revealed my reflection in a place I never expected: lording it over a man who controlled the love affairs of a group of elites. How could such an extraordinary man touch my body, scarred by suffering? While I was gripped by anxiety, I was still lost. The world spun for a moment. Now Arthur was on top of me, ready to ravish me in a perfect cradle. "Sir, wait." A nervous grip prevented her fingers from snapping the two remaining buttons on my shirt. "I'm not worthy to stand beside you, Sir." "Clamp your thighs tighter around me," he said. So foolish, I did that.

"Felix, are you ready?" Isabella, dressed in a custom white gown with a diamond tiara sparkling in the light, asked. He nodded, but his mind was a million miles away. All he could see was Vivian's face. Where was she now? Was she okay? The music started in the grand ballroom. Felix mechanically put his arm around Isabella's waist and walked down the aisle. The guest list was a who's who of business tycoons and socialites.

Chapter 80 Nicolas POV The news had spread like wildfire. The whole kingdom-human and wolf alike-buzzed with the same headline: "Heiress of the Levites, Viona Nobel, wanted for murder!" I sat stiffly in the back seat of my car, the tablet in my hands replaying the news broadcast again and again. Each time, the same sickening footage flashed across the screen-Viona standing with Sally near the forbidden forest wall, then a jump cut to the grisly image of Sally's corpse strung upside down.

“How do you do, Jobalt?” The demon whistles. “I'm good. Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?” I hardly care about how he is feeling. I just want any kind of distraction from the pit in my stomach that’s only gotten worse since I made my exit from the mansion earlier. Ever since before arriving at Crestbane, I knew Nobles were grossly competitive. In their world, might is right, and brutality is rewarded. They do what it takes to survive and excel. So why the hell didn’t I put it together sooner?

"Do not scare me like that, again! Where is the envelope?" Asty took Mrs. Pickinns and Noelle's wrists and drove them into a corner where they could speak. "I met a Noble in the Garden when I was lost. He told me that the Duke of Illum could not hear or see." Mrs. Pickinns furious look turned into a disoriented one. Her weak heart trembled as she realizes that her intuition was right. "Where is the envelope now?" "The Noble took it with him and offered to give it to the King."

This seamless adaptation gave her an odd sense of unreality, as if she had always belonged to this opulent world of gold and grandeur. Her eyes drifted back to Marcellus. He stood amidst a circle of nobles, conversing with ease. His confident demeanor, impeccable posture, and polished manners made him stand out effortlessly. His smile was warm but measured. As Alia listened more closely, she realized that the conversations were little more than superficial pleasantries—topics like the weather, estate decor, and recent social events. While outwardly sophisticated, they were devoid of substance. Internally, she chuckled. “So this is the art of noble conversation—saying nothing meaningful in th

she informed me politely. "Huh? Oh, alright. I am coming now,” I stammered a bit. She just nodded and then turned to leave. We are on the top floor. I couldn't help but be amazed at the size of this house. It's a literal mansion! The staircase is also very wide and huge with a giant chandelier above the end. The staircase is carpeted in maroon color while the entire luxurious living room is white and beige in color. The maid even turned to me because I must have stopped in the middle of the stairs. I was nervous so I sped up to follow her. From the stairs, we turned right until we reached the glass door. And when it opened, the spacious dining area welcomed me.

Although he sent Ches flying again, Caleb's eyes narrowed. He had definitely cut into Ches' neck—how was Ches getting up again? "Haha!" Ches laughed as he got on his feet, as his armor glimmered faintly with a golden hue. "Oh, hell… That's Noble-grade armor!" "Damn straight! Caleb would have decapitated Ches already if not for that!" "Wow… That's the nobles for you. They're really rich!" Even as the learned individuals exclaimed in surprise in front the stands, Ches' expression contorted with savagery. "Haha! So what if you're quicker than anyone? So what if your greatsword can destroy the world?! Can you kill me when I have this Noble-grade armor?!"

The butler announced, his voice resonating through the hall, “It is with great honor that I present the debutante of the evening, the only true blueblood first daughter of the Royal Delacroix Family, Elaine Gianna Delacroix.” The doors groaned open, revealing me standing at the top of the staircase. Gasps rippled through the crowd as I stepped forward, Zade beside me, his hand steady on mine. My crimson gown shimmered in the light, the golden accents catching every movement. My head held high, I descended the staircase with measured grace, each step echoing in the silent hall.

She clapped in excitement and exclaimed, "Dad, are we going to have dinner here? This place is so pretty! I love it here!" "Do you, Jovie? Well, if you like, we can come back again next time," Liam replied, beaming. The Noblesse House was highly exclusive and provided top-notch service. There was already a hostess waiting for them at the door, wearing an elegant dress that was on par with the building's architectural style. All the female waitresses were dressed similarly, wearing dresses with high slits that revealed their long, slender legs and hugged their curves beautifully. All of a sudden, a familiar voice rang out from behind them, laced with contempt, "Who would've thought! I didn't