Noblesse Frankenstein Novels & Stories

At that moment, I knew Sophie had been reborn too. I smiled and looked back. "Then I hope your wish comes true." Last life, Sophie only saw the vampire's noble charm. She saw that he was elegant and graceful, and able to grant eternal life. She didn't know that behind the scenes, I almost got drained dry by him many times. If Sophie wanted that so badly, then she could be his blood bank. Soon, the vampire and the werewolf sent their best family members to marry us. The vampire Niles Wayne wore a Baroque nobleman's suit, and he looked elegant and noble. He wore a black, high-collared cloak over it, which made him look even more mysterious. However, his face was pale and almost colorless.

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.

Unable to endure the torture for another minute, Arabella practically jumped out of the carriage the second they pulled up in front of the grand house, relieved to see the butler emerge with a footman, for she would have a moment's respite from her mother's endless ranting. As they followed the footman into the house, the Viscountess's gaze swept around her luxurious surroundings, assessing every inch of the hallway from the paneled walls adorned with old tapestries and priceless paintings, to the gilded cornice and gold chandelier above. "They are richer than I thought." She commented, keeping her voice low so the footman wouldn't hear her. "Too bad the duke is already taken, but he has a y

“Do you want to tell them, or should I?” Roy’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering toward Ethan. “Get her out of here,” he muttered, but Ethan didn’t move. He just stood there, arms crossed, watching silently. “What’s wrong, Roy?” I asked, stepping closer. “Cat got your tongue? Or is it guilt?” “You don’t belong here,” he ground out, his face a mask of fury. “And you don’t deserve to stand up there, pretending to be some kind of noble groom,” I spat, turning my attention to the bride. “And you. I treated you like family not knowing that you were nothing but a snake”

“This… supposedly extinct kind of wolf was known to have healing abilities. And they were an ancient lineage, the most noble in our world.” There it was. My heart started racing again. I had argued with Lily about this so many times, now. But she was just a voice in my head, and I couldn’t help that she knew my every thought and emotion. Hearing it from Nolan’s lips was something else entirely. So I was born noble, after all. I just never knew it. And right on cue, there she was. You are not only noble, Lily said to me. You are royalty. More noble than the Lycans.

She replied firmly. "They are yours, the mansion is built in your name, okay originally Natalie's name but I had it changed after I found out, and the hotel has your name too, the hotel was supposed to be a present, still is a present to you, you know it will be rude to return a present right? If you don't want it, you can donate both to the public, it is worth billions and would help a lot of people, just sign the papers, have a nice day," He said and ended the call, Nicole look from her phone to the lawyer who heard everything because she had the phone on speaker.

Her back landed in those silky sheets, caressing her feverish skin. Feeling that mild breeze still coming from those wide-open french doors. She looked up at Nicholas, for the millionth time finding herself mesmerized by his otherworldly beauty. His flawless skin. Those captivating blood-red eyes of his. His luscious raven hair, with those few strands that always tickled his forehead. His sensual mouth. Those lush red roses covering the sides of his neck, his shoulders, his arms. She looked lower down his body, admiring his sculptured form. The outline of his muscles. All those bulging veins visible in various parts of his body. His arms. His lower abdomen. His...

Even I, a bloodthirsty harlot if ever there was one, have never witnessed a glorious war. Mr. Castro has no feeling for the past. He doesn't even have his facts straight. He lectures for thirty minutes, and I grow increasingly bored. The bright sun has me a bit sleepy. He catches me peeking out the window. "Miss Adams," he says, interrupting my reverie. "Could you give us your thoughts on the French nobility?" "I think they were very noble," I say; Mr. Castro frowns. "You approve of their excesses at the expense of the poor?"