Noblesse Takeo Novels & Stories

Aridoari looked down but her nipples had grown hard under the silk. Takumo walked around them slowly. He let his hand brush their shoulders and backs. Each touch sent sparks through their skin. The air felt thick with new desire. “You were chosen for your beauty and your willingness,” he continued. “Mikashi, you bring grace. Takiari, you bring passion. Aridoari, you bring sweetness. Together you will serve me well.” He stopped in front of them again. “Rise.” They stood up. Their legs looked a little weak. Takumo pulled Mikashi close first. He pressed her body against his. Her soft breasts touched his chest. He kissed her neck lightly. She gasped. The kiss left a wet mark on her skin.

Standing in front of the garrison, his long black hair tied back in a traditional topknot, his face a hard, elegant mask of absolute discipline, was the First Regent of the Kurogane Takashi Masamune. He was the Grand Alpha’s eldest grandson and the designated executioner of the syndicate. His eyes were a brilliant, burning crimson that matched the color Laila had seen in Julian’s gaze in London, but his posture held none of the Western aristocrat’s condescension. He stood like a warrior who had spent his life preparing for a single, defining battle on the gravel of his ancestors.

They were absolutely beautiful, Capri could not help but call him with tears rolling down her cheeks to say thank you. Belle told her grandmother that Leo and Capri talked everyday and that they were so in love. Poor thing did not know the half of it. She just couldn’t help that Capri was back and her family in her eyes would finally be completed. They had their own plan of Capri having a baby and how Belle would be the perfect big sister. They even had a baby girls name picked out “Penelope Reign,” and her being spoiled just the way Belle was. If it was boy, Leo and capri were on their own.

"You're a tough one. That much I can tell." "You're the psycho chic who enjoyed watching a tongue being cut off." His voice was deep and raspy. So you recognized me, even with my tattered coat. This only means that no one has taken an interest in you yet. But I know that a noble from the noble faction took you in and used you later on from the original plot. Who is that noble? The first prince? Duke Rozenreff? Marquess Zoliel? But I don't care, finders keepers.

Makoto felt ashamed when he saw the old man. “Master Takei!” Carol also quickly went forward to greet him, a joyful expression on her face. Both Makoto and Carol appeared to be slightly at ease at this moment. It was as if everything could be settled as long as this old man was there. Apparently, this was Chief Takei. H was the head of the Takei family, the Elder of the Shinkage Way, and also a great master standing at the pinnacle of the King of Arms—Maki Takei. Moreover, it was said that he was only a step away from becoming the true God of War. Also ,he had ultimate moves that allowed him to draw out enough strength to parallel an actual God of War.

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I smiled and bowed at her before leaving the library. Born to a Royal family was not a cake walk. We're taught to abide by our elder's wishes. And here it was about the promise my late grandfather made to Queen Camellia. Or'bloem is a comparatively small monarchy than Falcovia. And the only way to get back the throne of Orbloem is to marry Rosaleigh. I am a Royalty and fulfilling my grandfather's promise is my duty. I'll fulfill a NOBLE PROMISE. ***

Just as her mother raised her hand for another punishment, Tomoya’s voice had cut through the tension. "That’s enough, Joline. She’s just a child. Let her play." Joline, ever the obedient servant, had bowed her head in deference, her loyalty unquestioned. Though Tomoya was not the heir by blood, being an adopted child of the Takahashi family, he had earned a unique place in their world—a place closer to the heart of the family than even the true heir. He was reclusive, rarely seen outside his room, and those who lived and worked at the estate knew the reason for his withdrawal. They had all sworn their loyalty, bound to the estate by a secret that could never be spoken.

She rested on her knees and closed each one of their eyes while she touched her forehead, sternum, and both of her shoulders in a specific order. "She must be Catholic." A girl next to me noted. I hummed and nodded, watching as the girl finished with the last girl and two others dragged the rigid body to lie peacefully next to the others. I didn’t remember what the word Catholic meant but assumed it had to do with whatever the girl was doing. I promised myself that I would remember their faces. Remember their sacrifice. When we started to gather again, I gave one of my spears to Beef and the other to another strong woman- the dark curly haired one who fell in the water.

"Reverse stupid! You who have a phobia of blood, how come I'm worried about you!" "My adrenaline was flowing seeing these bastards!" I replied making him smile then took out his arrow. Noe then shot the legs and arms of the nobles. "My goodness! Want women, property, I will give it to me. Don't kill me!" shouted the noble who had been hit by Noe's arrow. Seeing this Tim immediately got angry and approached him. "Don't be killed!" shouted Noe when Tim wanted to slash him with a sword. "Yes, Your Majesty." The team put their sword back in and kicked the nobleman unconscious.