Novel & Cerita Noblesse Frankenstein

I held it between my fingers, as if Ursula's energy was still within it, and that’s when I noticed a folded note with my name written in her hurried handwriting. I took a deep breath, feeling a sharp pain in my chest, and opened the note. The letter started directly, without preamble, as if she knew time was against her: "Cassandra, my dear, If you are reading this, then perhaps my departure was inevitable. This necklace belonged to your mother, a human I met long before your life took all the turns it did. She loved your father with intensity and courage, accepting to transform into a wolf to be by his side, defying not only her own nature but that of everyone around her. She faced prejudic

Adrianna and her friend smirked at Elena and Spoke up," Pitié! Une telle pitié! La fille n’a jamais la capacité de travailler comme servante dans Knight Mansion la fille est. Toutes les filles de la classe inférieure sont comme cette faim d’argent et chienne de chercheur d’or. (Pity! Such a pity! The girl didn’t even have the ability to work as a maid in Knight Mansion but the girl is now Mrs. Knight. All low class girls are like this money hungry and gold digger)" Elena stood up not being able to bear this insult anymore. Everyone except Sebastian looked at her. Elena smiled at Adrianna and spoke up,"Il n’y a pas de loi qui interdit à une fille de classe inférieure d’épouser une personne r

It had been a gift from the ugly Nosferatu before he went into his thousand year exile. The only thing that filled his mind at the moment was the exquisite fluttering of the lovely Marcy's vaginal lips tightly clenched around his long hard member. He looked into her green flecked eyes and saw tears forming at the corners. He knew instinctively they were tears of joy and not of pain. He knew how to deliver pain without mercy but his gentle impalement was for the alluring creature's pleasure and not to cause her pain. Marcy tried to restrain her vocal cords to silence but her whimpers of pleasure made the naked children of Lafitte restless. The youngest of them was also the newest. Her name wa

She always thought that the lives of nobles were none of her business, thus even though she had heard so many rumors of the socialites' lives, she never truly paid any attention to them. One of them was the saying that the true people who really control their land were not humans. She thought about how it could be at the time, thinking it was foolish, a radical idea that was made from the rebellious souls of the peasants who had wanted a reason— or perhaps someone to blame —for their starvation and poverty. Vampires are creatures that don't stand out in the sun, but unlike what they said, Victor stood well under the sun. They said they are robust and could heal their wounds quickly, but Vict

I waved my hand lightly. “You did nothing wrong. Go on.” She nodded. “Sebastian Knight is Las Vegas’ finest billionaire. He’s a man of caliber. Powerful, handsome, smart, and a huge business mogul.” “Oh… I see.” “Yes. He has won Las Vegas’ Most Handsome and Influential Man award consistently for the past five years. Mind you, he never shows up to collect those awards. Rumor has it he’s extremely arrogant.” “I agree with the rumors,” I muttered before I could stop myself.

As she brushed her hair and stared at her reflection. She looked smaller than she remembered. Weaker. But her eyes there was something different there. A quiet awareness. Fear? yes. But also something else. Resolve. She made her way downstairs very slowly her heart pounding with every step. The mansion was massive. Hallways stretched endlessly, walls decorated with priceless art and family portraits. Hale after Hale. Men tailored in suits and women draped in diamonds. All powerful. All confident. All strangers. She finally reached the dinning room.

For now. But they were getting closer. Much closer. Voices echoed through the storm. "Search everywhere!" "She can't have gone far!" "The body is priority!" Francesco. Of course. The old monster finally realized what she intended. And now he wanted Roberto back. Not his son. His corpse. His experiment. Rage flared briefly inside Elena. The necklace pulsed. The shadows responded immediately. Red and black wisps curled around her fingers. Hungry. Waiting. Another gunshot rang out.

"You..." "You've got everything you need to be rich, as well as Frotconn behind you. I thought you were better than this, Xavier. Needing Winter's shares to show your worth? I don't have shares, but she does, so you pick her? I'm not mad at you, yet you're mad at me? Only a guy with no skills would climb the social ladder using a woman's success. I didn't think you were like that, but I guess I was wrong," Noelle said with an icy stare. "Mr. Charles Hoffman is way better than you." "What did you just say, Noelle?" Xavier's eyes were fiery red. "You're comparing me to Charles? What's so great about him? He's nothing without his family and the Collosus Group. If you take that away, he's just l

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.

“I can’t understand why you won’t like it. That blood is very pure and fresh, very expensive.” All he wanted was to make her smile. He grinned from ear to ear. “Smile. Like this.” She didn’t and he thought what if he pulled her lips? That would be funny, wouldn’t that? It was just a thought; he didn’t act on it. Next thing he knew, she was screaming, and frantically, he tried to fix the horrendous mistake before him. That was where it went all wrong. The dungeon was a very old one; the estate was given to his father and to him for him being titled a prince. Their predecessor was a noble who was assassinated which was not unusual among vampires.