Noblesse Ch 1 Novels & Stories

Daniel’s cold eyes stared at her for a moment. “He will be fine.” Magnolia looked in the direction of her son. ‘The baron did not have any powers. He even hated his mother for running away with a noble because she was infatuated with magic. Obviously, I don’t have any powers either. So how is it possible that Geoffrey does? Could it be that the baron’s father was not his real father?’ “I had Henry look into the nobles’ archives.” Daniel’s voice drew Magnolia’s attention again. “There is no mention of De Solange.” Daniel paused. “And your late husband was not of noble blood.”

"I want more of that, hurry up." I nodded obediently and was walking up to her when Camille suddenly stood up and stepped in my way with her glass of wine. It spilled on my clothes. "Oh my dear big sis!" She exclaimed. "I would apologise but a future Wolf Queen doesn't stoop that low." I looked around at the table, they all saw how deliberately done this was but no one commented on it. It only confirmed my suspicions that these noblemen present today had all been bought by Layla. Whatever she said was the law.

Daphne seethed, glaring at her, “Do you stand with me, General Steward?” Nicole lifted her head, “Always, Your Majesty.” “Then call them to meet.” Nicole let out a frustrated breath but nodded and led her down towards the noble’s parlor. She ordered the servants nearby to call them to the parlor. She got Daphne seated and a bit of food, coaxing her to eat as the rest of the nobles and generals gathered. “Your Majesty!” One of the generals cried in relief, “Thank the moon you’re–”

She gazed at Vero through the mirror’s reflection and smiled. “Let’s go,” she said. “Don’t keep the guests waiting.” Vero swallowed again. This is it. She held Celsi’s hand and walked out of the Deammone residence. The servants lined the path until they reached the exit of Noblebranch. And there, on the edge of Caravons Depth, rows of chairs covered in white fabric awaited them, hanging lanterns stretching between the trees, entwining their branches in gold and white.

Charles stated diplomatically, trying to navigate the tense atmosphere. Nicholas scoffed, a blend of cynicism and charisma emanating from him as he stood. “Respect? What use is respect to me in this deadly game for the throne? The untimely demise of my father was a stark awakening to the realities of our kingdom. Let me be clear: I have abandoned any aspirations for the crown. Whoever desires it, make your offer. Buy my allegiance.” “What do you mean, cousin?” Charles asked, a hint of confusion in his tone.

His presence quieted the chaos. “Eyes forward,” he murmured, low enough for her alone. “Don’t fuel them.” “I intend to,” she returned, chin high. “You mean to or not to?” “To own the storm,” she corrected, allowing herself a slight smile. His lips curved…faint, approving. “Then walk in, your grace.” Inside the gala hall, crystal light cascaded from chandeliers onto rows of financiers pretending righteousness. Champagne shimmered, gossip sharpened, and the orchestra’s strings sang like nerves. Evelyn walked the perimeter alone; even then, eyes followed, dissecting.

If only he knew where this is leading us, he'll surely regret every move he is making and every word he is saying. "Are you done?", I throw a question to him that made his brows wrinkled for a while. "I'm not like the usual woman you meet everywhere. You show interest to them, they easily bite for it and you'll get them laid right away. You can't like me and you should never like me because I won't feel such a thing towards you. I'm just your maid here and fairytales that make poor maids or housekeepers a princess will stay as a fairytale for me. I hope you get it, sir"; I said before going out from that room.

If only she could miss a class without getting a punishment, she shouldn’t have been lining in rows with the others. “Most of you, I know, is excited. It’s the first day of July and you know it’s our time to shine, to show that Nobles are just as powerful as the Skippers.” One of her brows raised, but she merely shrugged, deciding it’s best to listen than receiving yet another punishment. “Chranxytsion.” It was just a single word; yet, it created an uproar from the Nobles, shouting, yelling their pride. Though it was weird, it’s nothing compared to the grin carving Mr. Porche’s feature.

He quickly closed the gate back and moved closer to stand beside her as they both stared at the gate, And back to the house he just came out from, trying to match their thoughts on the cause of the problem. As Natasha looked at the boss’s beautiful mansion, she quickly forgot about the problem that happened a while ago. She was mesmerized by how tall and well constructed the building was. She remembered that she hadn’t taken her time to view the building. She opened her mouth wide in excitement, wondering how lucky their boss' wife is for living in a mansion like this. She wished the mansion belonged to Daniel. Daniel on the other hand went to return the bucket and the short towel he used to

- A prince. Inside, Lady Jane Delacroix paced by the grand staircase, her fingers tightening around her pearl necklace. “He’s here,” she whispered, voice tight with hope and calculation. “Celestine, posture, remember what I taught you.” Celestine, adorned in a silver gown that hugged her slender frame, smiled at her reflection in the gilded mirror. “Don’t worry, Mother,” she said, brushing a golden curl behind her ear. “This time, he will choose me. I am what nobles dream of.”