Novel & Cerita Noblesse Frankenstein

Choosing her. For the first time, she didn’t feel small. Mr. Hughes looked bored. “Romantic speeches don’t change the numbers. Brandon, sign the renunciation. Or walk away from everything.” “You make it sound like I’m losing something valuable,” Brandon said softly. His father scoffed. “You think that girl can replace your inheritance?” Julia felt the words slice—and watched Brandon’s face harden with something dangerous. Brandon stepped closer to him, pulling the crumpled contract from his pocket. “No. She can’t replace it.” He tore the first sheet clean down the middle. The sound cracked through the room like lightning. “Because she isn’t something you compare to money.”

A strand of my blonde hair fell forward from the impact, covering part of my eyes. Alexander raised his right hand slowly, his large, calloused fingers touching the side of my face with an unexpected slowness. He brushed the hair away from my face, tucking the strand behind my orelha. The touch of his skin against mine caused my bloodstream to accelerate violently. My entire body broke out in goosebumps beneath the thin satin, my nipples hardening instantly against the fabric of the baby doll. "I-I'm fine... I didn't get hurt, Mr. Thorne. I'm sorry about the glass," I managed to stammer, my voice coming out weak, almost fading.

The man’s aura was dripping, his power seeps out of his veins like a bloodlust looking for its next prey. Teddy said Armand is on a whole different level, he’s a noble after all. Like, a King of Kings or something royalty. One of that child of direct descendants of the old packs, damn. Now that he knew of it he became aware of the heavy air surrounding Armand. So the whispers are true, Armand couldn’t fucking filter his strength. Goddamn, it’s dripping all over him. Alexander knew Alphas are strong as fuck but Nobles? If all nobles are like Armand, hell, they’re scary as fuck.

Seeing Noble coming, Ingrid glanced at Alina with a meaningful expression: "Alina, thinking about it, Noble isn't bad either, you two go everywhere together. I won't bother you two anymore, I'll find my happiness." Ingrid finished speaking, lifted her skirt, and turned to leave. Alina looked at her back, feeling a little helpless. As soon as she turned her head, Noble had already run to her. Noble was wearing a white suit; his eyebrows were handsome, and a gentleman couldn't be more handsome than this. "You're so beautiful." Alina took the glass of red wine from his hand: "Thank you, you're also very handsome tonight." Noble glanced at her, raised his glass, and clinked it with Alina: "Congr

Beyond the top three, there were dozens more, including the Wolf Fang Pack. The Noble Academy was in the capital of the Full Moon Pack, in the heart of the city. The only people allowed to attend were the heirs of packs, no matter their size, and the children of celebrities. Francium wasn’t special in this crowd in terms of standing, but he had a noble and mysterious aura about him that made women go crazy for him. While he seemed nice enough, I didn’t have any feelings toward him. I didn’t think Claire did either. Glares of envy turned towards us as Francium reached our table.

she concluded as Harry leaped forward to lift her in a fireman's hold. Emmanuelle began to slap his back, surprised that he had the affront to act like this with her. "Get off me right now, you lout!" Harry was deaf to his Mate's protests. He and his wolf were fully satisfied with the job done. They had quickly gotten rid of the intruders, and their Mate was perfectly safe. However, the words spoken by the vampires continued to spin in his mind: "High nobility" and "coveted." He would have to take a moment to learn more about that.

He stammered, cold sweat rolling down from his head. Nobles were hateful creatures, especially Werewolves. They killed lower borns as if they were chickens. He was only a Beta ranking Werewolf, what right did he have to protect himself against a Noble? She nodded, with a smile renewing on her face. She returned back to the Carriage, telling the shocked Coachman; "We're free to enter now." She stuck her head out the window once more, aiming to enjoy the pleasant feeling that spasmed through her when her eyes glanced at something.

"I bought you for fifty million euros, little bird. Not to love you... but to break you."Vivienne Sterling (19) was once the billionaire princess of New York’s high society. But after her evil stepmother frames her for a corporate crime, her father publicly disowns her and strips her of her name. With no money and a fake passport, Vivienne is exiled to Europe only to be captured and put on a secret, elite marriage auction stage. Don Lucian De Vitis (28) is the ruthless, scarred monarch of the French Mediterranean mafia. He lives for one thing: revenge against the Sterling family who tried to ruin his empire. When he sees Vivienne on the auction block, he doesn't see a woman he sees the perf

Uncle Henry was reluctant about this arrangement but agreed when Father assured that their identities wouldn't be revealed. Along with Gracelyn, my most trusted men Adam and Luke disguised as students accompanied her. All these years they had protected both Gracelyn and Rosaleigh. The moment in the library I saw Rosaleigh my heart fluttered with happiness. She took her sweet time to study my appearance while I studied her. These past years have done a wonderful job on her. My Bellé has gained weight in the right places that only enhanced her beauty. Her chocolate brown hair that were long years back, now reached just below her shoulders. Her crystal clear deep blue eyes focused on me noting