Noblesse: The Beginning Of Destruction Novels & Stories

My net worth is increasing, which makes me happy, placing me among the top ten billionaires in New York City. I bit my finger in frustration at Anna's sudden disappearance. I don’t know where she went. Perhaps she is with Sebastian, that cruel man who’s too obsessed with money. Sebastian is a real player; I know he can’t form a genuine relationship with Anna because he’s a playboy. I couldn’t believe he had the audacity to send love texts to Anna under my roof. I was overwhelmed with thoughts of Sebastian touching and kissing Anna. Who knows, maybe they’ve already slept together.

I glanced at her. “Congratulations, mostly,” she said, not quite meeting my gaze. “Though some are… quieter than others. Neutral. Waiting to see where the wind blows.” I nodded faintly. That didn’t surprise me. “The Court’s… fractured. Some of the nobles left last night. Packed up their daughters and walked out without even saying goodbye.” Her tone sharpened slightly at the end. “Cowards.” I looked down at my tea. “They have every right to be angry.”

His drink lifted to his lips and suddenly he looked extremely seductive. "N-Nobles?" Alexis asked, her face flushed a bit. She received a smile. "Correct." "I think we shouldn't worry about them yet." The king lifted a brow at this, asking for an explanation, "we should start at the bottom and make our way up. After all, nobles were once of common blood. We start at the roots!" She smiled in a way a dog might when it did something good.

The music had stopped, replaced by the sound of glass cracking as the chandeliers overhead began to succumb to the corruption. "Get everyone out!" Dominic roared, his voice cracking the remaining glass in the ceiling. The nobility scrambled for the exits, their earlier elegance replaced by raw, frantic terror. I didn't run. I stayed anchored, my hands gripping the twins' shoulders. I could feel the rot now—it wasn't just a physical substance; it was a void of information, a place where reality was being "deleted" and overwritten by something cold and empty.

His chest heaved against my back, his breath hot and ragged against my temple as his lips brushed a trail of electric warmth across the line of my jaw. "They spent an entire generation trying to force a legacy through a soft, entitled boy who couldn't even balance his own personal accounts, Sloane," Knox whispered, his rugged jaw tightening with a fierce, protective dominance that completely enveloped my senses. "Now, they are forced to stand in the red mud of the capital and watch as a twenty-four-year-old queen builds a global monopoly that will outlive their entire family history."

It was something I had always wanted to do. Now, with his mind completely broken, I had the perfect reason. "Darling, don't leave me," he begged. "Please don't leave me here." I patted his face, suddenly feeling amused. "Darling? I'm not your wife anymore. You've killed me with your own hands." I hoped the psychiatric ward could cleanse Gideon of his sins. In the end, I donated all five million dollars to the Children's Fund. March's spring breeze blew gently.

Fortunately, my lineage was powerful, and my control held. I was about to speak when her voice rang out like an intoxicating melody. "And what am I to you?" she challenged, staring straight into my eyes despite her erratic breathing. "Just another piece of property to put on display?" A cynical smile tugged at my lips. "You’re wrong... to me, you are nothing but a bargaining chip," I lied, though my eyes dropped to the deep cleavage revealed by her torn tunic. "I’ll use you to destroy Walter from the inside out. And in the meantime..."

“How do you do, Jobalt?” The demon whistles. “I'm good. Is everything alright? Did I do something wrong?” I hardly care about how he is feeling. I just want any kind of distraction from the pit in my stomach that’s only gotten worse since I made my exit from the mansion earlier. Ever since before arriving at Crestbane, I knew Nobles were grossly competitive. In their world, might is right, and brutality is rewarded. They do what it takes to survive and excel. So why the hell didn’t I put it together sooner?

"I'm not destroying it Hannah! I'm burning it! There's dignity in fire that you'll never understand with your spreadsheets and 'human chains." He took a swig of *Heritage* wine the wine of our shared history spilling down his chin like blood. He threw the bottle against the stone well the glass shattering like a break in our family. "You think you're noble " he sneered, his voice dropping to a rasp. "You're like me. You wanted power. You just wanted people to love you while you had it. At least I'm honest about the destruction." "I am nothing like you " I whispered, feeling like my skin was being peeled away by the heat. "I stood in Rome. Fought for what mattered. You're standing in the dirt