Noblesse Frankenstein Novels & Stories

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.

Frances smiled through most of it, but she couldn’t help herself. “You look thinner, Vince. Too much work?” “Too much Oswald,” Vincenzo muttered playfully, before taking a sip of tea. At the sound of the name, Lord Dino groaned. “Don’t remind me. That boy has gone completely stupid.” Lady Frances turned sharply. “Dino—” “Oh, don’t ‘Dino’ me, Frances,” he snapped lightly. “He offered a multi-million dollar reward for a maid. A maid! While a woman like Queen Wilberforce practically bathes in his shadows.”

in a cold, collected tone that seemed to contain something. Mr. Étienne made a gentle approach to me. He grabbed me by my collar and said, "You dare slap her on the face. I kept giving her princess treatment because her value is something you won't even compare. I can't even touch a strand of her hair. It seems like you have completely forgotten our deal. Why? Can't your ego take it?" He chuckled. I was fighting the urge to punch him even though I was slowly burning inside.

Zion tried to be friendly. "Speak for yourself." The nobleman vampire spoke up. "I'll be rescued soon. Or at least bought by one of my peers. Vampires always save each other from these kinds of things. Especially noble ones such as myself. We are strong creatures." He had a thick Russian accent. "If you're so strong, How'd you get caught by a lowly bounty seeker?" I asked cruelly. I hate pompous vampires. "It was a moment of weakness." He said it like it was nothing. "What are you, some kind of dark fairy?"

“Isn’t the food great? The absence of the light smell of blood that pervades the area would have made it so much more appealing,” “Hmmm…I think the dog stench in the air is what makes me want to throw up. I wonder what kind of dogs the King is breeding right now. They probably don’t even know how to wash themselves,” A noble vampire replied as he stood alone with a wine glass in his hands, responding to the words he heard the werewolf noble say. He had no idea what his name was but his clothes were rich and expensive enough for him to tell that the other person was also a noble as his eyes wandered over his body while he constantly adjusted the glasses he wore on his face.

I'd left it three years later as a woman who knew exactly what monsters looked like in expensive suits. The ballroom was full of people I recognized. There was Victoria Ashford in silver, already positioning herself near the bar where Alexander would stand. There was Eleanor Sterling, surveying the room like a queen inspecting her kingdom. And there, across the room, was Alexander. Thirty-two years old. Devastating in a custom tuxedo. Every inch the billionaire heir who'd charmed me senseless in another lifetime. He was talking to a congressman, that practiced smile on his face the one that didn't reach his eyes. I'd thought that smile was mysterious once. Now I knew it just meant he was bor

“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.

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

Vampires of nobility were less reliant on blood and could remain in the sunlight completely unbothered, as the power running through their veins was stronger than most. The man opened a side door that creaked on its hinges, dust fanning around us as he pulled me through. To the right, a small room awaited us. It was a simple sitting room with two velvet couches, an ornate rug, and vases with roses filling the coffee table. “You need to undress,” he said, removing the collar from my neck. My body stilled before I slowly turned to face him. Disobeying an order from nobility was akin to a dog being put down after biting a human. It was a death sentence, but exposing myself to someone I had neve

So is obsession. @TheMirabelMuse (suspiciously new account) Let’s not shame women like Countess Mirabel who know what dignity looks like. Real ladies don’t sneak in through servant wings. #ClassOverChaos The narrative was spinning. Mirabel de Argent, ever calculating, had mobilized her water army like a conductor before an orchestra. She knew the public would tolerate nobility having children out of wedlock, but not being deceived. Not being made fools of. Not if a low-born girl with no title or family name had stolen what they once offered on silver trays.