Noblesse Novels & Stories

If only human beings did not invent that status defines how you treat people, this will not happen in the first place. "Well if you don't know, Miss Righteousness, status is created based on wealth so we can be respected. Status is created to separate us from commoners. Status is created for them to know their place." She highly rejected it. I smiled at her. "You might be right. I cannot erase the fact that this is man-made. But it doesn't mean that you will trample those people who are below you. Nobility will not exist without the commoners. We are the reason for the existence of your status. You cannot be called noble without the existence of commoners. If you still want to insist, then y

Someone like her. A Half Noble, Half Servile. Her mother is a servile and the father she never knew was a noble. Though her mother said she is not a bastard. She never wants to talk about anything concerning her father. As the name implies, Noble, the nobles are wealthy, rich, spoiled people in their society and were originally descendants of royal kings and queens but as the world advanced there were no kings and queens but politics, president democracy and stuff. High men and women. Celebrities. Doctors. And all those high positions.

The Society. Nobody wanted to be a pariah, being part of The Society meant you were somebody, you achieved something. The Society could chew you up and spit you out or make you raise to the top. Noble people were most welcomed and desired as everybody sought their companion and wanted to be noticed by an earl, baron or the duke. Recently new group of people has been added to The Society, the rich ones. Being a noble person doesn’t always equal to being wealthy. Quite often the nobles were on the verge of bankruptcy than marrying a nouveau riche might be a life saving matter, thus marriages of that kind occurred more often. Mr and Mrs Netherfells were an example of such marriage.

"But the ties that bind us are deeper than mere titles. This house, these possessions, they were all touched by my dear child, and by extension, they are a part of me." Her words hung in the air, a profound declaration that challenged the rigid boundaries of nobility and commoner. The room seemed to hold its breath, suspended in the moment, before an ethereal glow enveloped the Lunari. Her transformation was nothing short of celestial, a testament to her otherworldly lineage. Her silver hair cascaded in waves around her, and her eyes gleamed with a radiance akin to the moon itself.

She asked, raising her voice, "What the heck was that?" Sebastian turned around as his big frame dominated the small apartment. He certainly needed large rooms because he didn't look like he would ever belong to a small world she was living in. From his dirty blonde hair to his feet, he screamed royalty in a suit and trousers. He certainly looked more handsome in the light and people would kiss the floor he stepped on. He was just that alluring and fine man. Although she had seen him in the dark and she couldn't deny, he was irresistible in the dark as well.

The accompanying clatter of the hot iron as it hit the kitchen floor a moment later has haunted me all day. "There's going to be a Noble joining us for this dinner here that you haven't met before." I turn, looking toward Oliver. He leans against the kitchen counter, watching me swirl my swollen, red hand around the ice water. "Who?" I mumble mindlessly. "Kastriv." I shudder. Just what I need. Another Noble. Noble's used to frighten me. Unprecedented power flows through their veins, magic unrivalled by anyone else in this Territory. I've met a few now due to my husband's political position, and most have been kind and gentle. Nothing to be afraid of.

“I need to know right now where the Nemesis base of operations is.” “Why would you need to know that?” The ex leader blustered, before realising. “You can’t be thinking of going there? They’ll destroy you.” He knew it was a mistake to say that as soon as it came out of his mouth. Isabelle turned round, the fury showing in here eyes. “I think that you underestimate me!” She almost screamed at the now powerless Brethren Member who had dared to question her. “I think it would be in your best interest to be careful not to do it again.” She managed the last part in a much more controlled voice.

"What else?" Marie was silent for a moment. Then she said, "He had a plan. For the network. For Valentina. For everything." "What plan?" Marie looked at her. "The gala." Elara frowned. "What gala?" "There's a charity gala in the city tomorrow night. Valentina will be there. It's her annual event. She uses it to parade her power, to show the world she's untouchable." Marie paused. "It's the one night she's not hiding. The one night she's out in the open, surrounded by people, by cameras, by the press. She thinks she's untouchable. She thinks no one would dare touch her in public." She looked at Elara. "That's her weakness. She's arrogant. She's careless. She thinks she's above everyone else.

Watching Sonya leave, Janus approached Regina, keeping a distance enough to speak to her. Janus silently praised and admired Regina, noticing her changed appearance. Since her divorce from Asher, Regina's appearance had clearly changed drastically. She was the only daughter of the Maverick family, a renowned billionaire aristocrat. The simple image, often called tacky by her mother and Olivia, approved by him, and mocked by Asher, had given way to the true beauty and elegance of a wealthy noblewoman. But now, after being married, Regina looked even more stunning, as if the bliss of marriage radiated an extraordinary aura of beauty that was already hers.

This seamless adaptation gave her an odd sense of unreality, as if she had always belonged to this opulent world of gold and grandeur. Her eyes drifted back to Marcellus. He stood amidst a circle of nobles, conversing with ease. His confident demeanor, impeccable posture, and polished manners made him stand out effortlessly. His smile was warm but measured. As Alia listened more closely, she realized that the conversations were little more than superficial pleasantries—topics like the weather, estate decor, and recent social events. While outwardly sophisticated, they were devoid of substance. Internally, she chuckled. “So this is the art of noble conversation—saying nothing meaningful in th