Noblesse: The Beginning Of Destruction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You are worthless.” When I was nine, my mother said words that affected my whole life. It was the first time I have heard of those words, but I’m sure they aren’t nice. After learning what those words meant, I worked hard to find my worth. In this world, humans are divided into three classes: the nobility, the clergy, and the peasants. My family belongs to the noble lineage of Timmerhaus, an honorable clan made by outstanding instructors and philosophers. Count Seloriett Moroan Timmerhaus. The esteemed head of the house, who excels in hunting and agriculture. He unified the ideas of Eastern Lorelei and the Empire of Marluke to create an excellent farming culture.

The Prince's Gambit had failed. And the god of destruction had found its vessel.

Not peace, not safety—just the fragile calm that comes when you’ve crossed the first threshold and there’s no turning back. I stared straight ahead as the taxi carried me further from the city’s heart. Residential houses gave way to silent factories, then to abandoned warehouses with their broken windows and rust-eaten walls. The buildings loomed like carcasses of a forgotten world, and I wondered if anyone else still saw them, or if they had all turned invisible to the living. When the driver pulled onto the street Adam had named, I paid with my credit card. A traceable mistake, but I didn’t care. By the time they noticed my absence, they would know where I’d gone anyway. There was no hidin

Arriving at the Knights estate, Adrian helped her down from the car, as she took in the site before her. The buildings were magnificent and the courtyard glowed with beautiful ornamentations spreading across the lawns and beautiful lightings. The light evening breeze adding essence to the break taking view before her. She turned to see Adrian staring at her weirdly and immediately her moment was cut short as she remembered what she was here for. “Take this” he said tossing her a ring. “Put it on… smile as much as possible, and if you screw this up for me, I will make sure that you and every single member of your family regret knowing who I am, is that clear?” He said leaning into her, his gr

the nouveau riche man said quietly to the pretty woman beside him. The pretty woman wanted to preserve her dignity, and she did not believe that that card had enough credit in it. It could just be a ploy, finding someone to act up a storm. “Go where? The show isn’t over yet. I want to see if that card has any money in it.” The nouveau riche man was so angry that he wanted to choke the pretty woman to death. Was she trying to dig her own grave by picking a bone with someone as rich as him?

“He discovered the council’s plan to erase both bloodlines and rebuild power under a new name. He set the fire to destroy the archives — the proof of everything. But he didn’t know you and Alessandro were inside.” Elena’s throat tightened. “He tried to protect us by destroying everything.” Matteo’s voice softened. “He loved you both. But he was trapped by the same pride we’re trying to destroy.” Alessandro’s grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles whitened. “Then all of this — the years of hate, revenge, loss — started with one man’s desperation.” Matteo glanced at him. “And ends with your choice.” They reached the ruins by dusk. The old estate stood in eerie silence, vines c

Across town, in an office dimly lit except for the glow of monitors, Victor Hayes stood before a wall of monitors, a slow, cold smile curling his lips as his assistant handed him a folder. "Everything's ready, sir. The silent acquisitions have begun. In weeks, Noble Best won't belong to her anymore." Victor tapped the edge of the folder thoughtfully. “Perfect. Let them enjoy their little reunion. The higher they climb, the harder the fall.” He poured himself a glass of whisky and raised it slightly. “To love — the easiest thing to destroy.” Back in Isabella's apartment, the night was still, oblivious to the tempest that was silently brewing on the horizon.

And he’d thrown her straight into the path of a hurricane named Michael Wade. The old, familiar hatred for Wade curdled in his gut. The billionaire had taken her first, all those years ago in a stolen night that had seared Denzel’s pride forever. And now, he’d taken her again, wrapping her in cashmere and security details, buying the loyalty Denzel had been too stupid to earn. Wade’s thugs had paid him a “visit” ,no violence, just a chilling, polite conversation about the consequences of harassment. The spoilt rich kid, flexing his power from a penthouse, trying to scare him off. It only poured gasoline on the fire of Denzel’s vendetta.

So is obsession. @TheMirabelMuse (suspiciously new account) Let’s not shame women like Countess Mirabel who know what dignity looks like. Real ladies don’t sneak in through servant wings. #ClassOverChaos The narrative was spinning. Mirabel de Argent, ever calculating, had mobilized her water army like a conductor before an orchestra. She knew the public would tolerate nobility having children out of wedlock, but not being deceived. Not being made fools of. Not if a low-born girl with no title or family name had stolen what they once offered on silver trays.

He quickly closed the gate back and moved closer to stand beside her as they both stared at the gate, And back to the house he just came out from, trying to match their thoughts on the cause of the problem. As Natasha looked at the boss’s beautiful mansion, she quickly forgot about the problem that happened a while ago. She was mesmerized by how tall and well constructed the building was. She remembered that she hadn’t taken her time to view the building. She opened her mouth wide in excitement, wondering how lucky their boss' wife is for living in a mansion like this. She wished the mansion belonged to Daniel. Daniel on the other hand went to return the bucket and the short towel he used to