Novel & Cerita Noblesse Frankenstein

She promised. After dinner, Marguerite found herself engaged in a lively conversation with the duchess. The lady escorted her on a fascinating tour, the scent of aged leather wafting from the library shelves as Marguerite admired its towering volumes. Meanwhile, the duke invited Jacob to his wood-paneled study for a chat over snifters of brandy. The next morning, a gleaming lacquered carriage awaited them at the grand entrance. Inside, a bounty of fresh pastries and chilled drinks sat beside several bulging travel bags. The duchess' generosity extended to a new wardrobe. On the far corner of the carriage, Chester nestled contentedly in his new carrier, a fancy wicker basket lined with piles

“So quick to forget what it feels like to be a low-born…” “We need to let everyone know that this redhead has turned into a disgusting noble…”

The disgust must be evident on my face, because I can feel the heat of it spreading through me, steaming beneath my skin like a slow-burning fire. Then, my eyes shift And I see it. The glass tower. A pyramid of delicate champagne glasses, stacked one on top of the other, twinkling under the golden lights. My fingers tighten around my red bag as I take a slow, intentional step forward. “Happy anniversary, my darling and cheers.” Roy says, He lifts his glass high, a warm smile on his face. The crowd echoes towards him, raising their glasses in unison. I make my move. Reaching down, I pluck a single glass from the base of the towering pyramid.

“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.

I bite my bottom lip and see that the ladies are smiling at us. I know my husband is very caring but I have said multiple times that his gentle behaviour affects me more than his roughness on the bed. And finally, the night comes and we celebrate the party together. Grace and Nolan look so happy that it makes me dream of Nick and me. I want us to stay like that forever. Nolan and Grace are an inspiration for us as well as for Nash and Bella. **** If you want a werewolf dark romance, please read "Alpha's Forced Bride". It is available on my Goodnovel profile.

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.

I couldn’t quite tell which. “Fine,” I said quietly. “I’ll go with you.” ** The Grand Lumière Hotel was exactly as pretentious as its name suggested, all marble columns and crystal chandeliers and the kind of aggressive elegance that screamed money. Chelsea’s family had money, old money, the kind that came with expectations and social standing and a very specific idea of what was acceptable. Dating a werewolf had never been part of that acceptable list. I’d never understood what Chelsea was doing with Sebastian in the first place, except maybe slumming it for the thrill before settling down with someone appropriate.

"I'll stand watch. Make sure no one interrupts." I sat down cross-legged on his bed, my grandmother's journal heavy in my lap. The leather was worn soft from age, and when I opened it, the pages crackled like dried leaves. The first entry was dated three weeks before the massacre. "The vampire nobles are planning something. I've intercepted their messages, decoded their intentions. They want to enslave humanity entirely—turn us all into blood cattle. The other hunters don't believe me. They think I'm paranoid, seeing threats that don't exist.

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...