Noblesse Webtoon Novels & Stories

Then he kissed her on both cheeks, nose, eyes and forehead before walking out wearing only shorts. “I’ll just sew your uniform.” After this he looked at himself and the buttons of his clothes were gone. Yza could clearly see one of her breasts that was still sticking out of the cup of her bra so she hurriedly fixed it then covered her forehead and sat down on the wooden stool. He thought that was it, it turns out that an Adam can be controlled no matter what. Turns out he has control over his snake. He wanted to smile at the weakness of the mind. When he seemed to regain his composure, he stood up and completely took off his clothes and put on a robe. Also the color of her robe is really fem

I crouched by the armrest, compelled to study him as if he were some rare, fleeting vision. He looks ethereal. The thought came unbidden, forcing my chest tight. I had always known he was handsome—that much was obvious. But this? This was different. Up close, stripped of his armor, he looked impossibly breathtaking. Almost fragile. My gaze drifted, betraying me. His tie was discarded at his side. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest, the lines of muscle visible even in the dim light. His sleeves were rolled up, baring strong forearms folded loosely at his side.

He asked, looking at Reagan. Reagan smirked and looked at him calmly. "What do you think?" He asked back, enjoying his chicken drumstick nonchalantly, apparently more interested in the food. "She looks noble. She doesn't look like a mere slave or toy picked off the shelf in the dark market. It's almost as if she's a princess whom her family gave away because of her inability to shift. She looks amazing" Wolf king praised again.

His eyes moved across the screen with the kind of focused attention that meant something had captured his interest. “You’re up early,” he said finally still not looking up. “Couldn’t sleep.” He set the tablet down and studied me. His gaze moved down my body, lingering on the breasts and hardened nipple that was because of the cold. His eyes darkened as he trailed down then back up. “What’s up with the tablet?” I asked to keep the attention away from me. “There’s been some rumors online about Morana Mortaine supposedly coming back. Some anonymous post about the heiress emerging after years of absence.” He turned the tablet toward me.

As she limped towards the marble shower to wash away the evidence of her triumph, she knew the persona was no longer just an act. Luna Luxe, the Spoiled Princess, was real and her Daddy was waiting to collect his royalty.

Veronica's POV: The article read, "Is the Age-Old Ashford-Whitmore Feud the Reason for the Whitmore Heiress Sabotaging the Engagement?" I scrolled down with numb fingers, reading the article that had clearly been written by someone with inside information. It was just too much inside information. I wasn't even able to read it anymore. "What does it say?" I asked Theo blankly. "Can you just say it out loud?" Theo hesitated, his eyes scanning the screen again as if he was hoping the words would change the second time.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

It had been years since I wore anything expensive. "You are now looking like Mr. Danjuma, my friend!"Abbas joked. "What did I look like before, you clown," I chuckled. "Oh, I told you. You looked like those professional fighters. It's cool, but remember you're a billionaire C.EO. now. You're the richest man in Africa Danny, you can't go around beating people up like you used to." "Not even assholes like Mahmoud?" "Well, Mahmoud is definitely out of bounds. He's a senator now."

They still believed in fairy fucking tales. “Whether you like it or not, you have to write our cheque,” Kye added. I snorted. “I thought we were friends, asshole.” “You’re kidding. But I can’t wait to see Triberean,” Sax said. “I thought they call themselves Caprean,” Kye told Sax. “Caprean is like pure blood. Tribereans are mix and modern.” I watched Zee and Linden as they planned on the laptop. “Have you talked to Carly— Princess Carlott?”

Wilson asked. “No, of course not! But the good ones are few are not powerful enough to curb this habits and behaviours. They are also maltreated by the rich greedy and wicked ones. Although they cannot be touched due to the king’s orders, they can still be treated like commoners and don’t have many rights unlike the very rich ones. One thing you should know, young boy, is that money can do anything. Especially in a society like this. By the way, these rich people are referred to as nobles.” Dale explained as he kept his head lower to the ground and told Wilson to do the same.