Reformation Of The Deadbeat Noble Novels & Stories

"When you mobbed me, you didn't say that. When you called me selfish and blamed my son for holding you back, you didn't act like this." My voice was quiet but sharp, cutting into their consciences. Their faces flushed with shame. Hannah opened her mouth but could muster no words. Neville, shaking uncontrollably, knew he was done for. Unauthorized changes to the complex's plans, dangerous construction, and defrauding residents all on Joshua's land? He was finished. "Sherry, please," he pleaded desperately. "Tell Mr. Hill it was all my idea and had nothing to do with the others. I was blinded by greed. I'll never do it again."

Winter was the best season for this, because then she could fall into the blanketing snow—and fall she would, each and every time. When she’d had enough, we moved on to Highgate Cemetery, where I sometimes came to mourn. Earlier that year, it had been decreed that those who had been turned into Reapers still deserved to have their names listed on a great headstone, thanking them for their service. The headstone was titled “REFORMED TRAITORS.” I’d found my family listed there, and felt a jerking in my chest. They would have hated to have their names here, among the common people. Myself, I decided that I wouldn’t mind being buried among undistinguished graves . . . so long as my death came af

"Injustice ah! I didn't kill anyone, I just stole a few taels of silver from next door, why should I be like them ......" "Shut up! Be honest! Go to the Divine Cauldron and reform properly, and don't do it again in the future!" "Reformation ...... who do not know go to the God tripod, there is death, no life, I do not sin to death, why ......" "Okay, okay! The head fell off a bowl of scars! What's all this fuss? You look like a woman!" "You are not afraid, you killed a person is a capital offense, of course you are not afraid, but we are not guilty of death ah, why also to die ......"

“How many years they counted my life at. How much they docked for ‘disobedience.’ How they permitted transfer of ownership at the holder’s discretion.” I did not describe the collar. The auction. The heat of the curse circle. I didn’t need to. Everyone knew. “Those are the kinds of contracts these reforms are meant to end,” I said. “If you are unable to maintain your estate without them, perhaps your concern should not be with our standards, but with your own competence.” A few gasps. A few sharp inhales followed by hastily smothered smirks. Lord Farrow flushed an ugly red. “Princess, with respect, you don’t understand the realities of—”

Right after the enemy finished making their threat, a string of strange floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Scott, pick our girl! Let the wife die already!] [Once the wife dies, she can go back to the modern world and get a huge transmigration bonus. Then you and Jennifer can finally be together!] [I'm so sick of this kind of story where women suffer. Just give us a happy ending already!] Go back to the modern world…and get paid? Hanging from the city wall, I instantly felt a surge of excitement.

- That's a monster, and we need to eliminate it. - Patricia said, thinking about her son's daughter. - Nothing like this should ever be born. Solomon watched his sister walking around the room. Since she came back, the Queen was fuming. - What do you want to do about that? - He asked without an interest. This child meant nothing to him as the vampire lord had more significant concerns than some hybrid. Since he lost everything, his life has been like a never-ending nightmare. Solomon used to live in luxury without bothering about anything. Now, after King Marcus stripped him of his title, he lived like an animal hiding in caves and woods. His old lands now belonged to Xavier, who became the

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

Cesare made one last desperate gamble. He colluded with Mylanese drug lords and meticulously planned an ambush against Wade. He believed that he could replace Wade and seize total control of Cecile if he could take him out. He intended to use that as leverage to force me into submission, to break me and claim me as his own. What he never imagined was that the man he trusted most at his side–who he believed was fiercely loyal, the one he thought would shield him from bullets–was the very person I had saved in my past life. He was also the mole Wade had planted in Cesare's circle years ago.

And a certain number of the nobles even supported the grandson deprived of his inheritance. After a while, Reive turned out to be a much more terrible ruler than his grandfather. Because, unlike him, Reive wasn’t only incredibly clever, he was also incredibly powerful. He didn’t torture his subordinates but cold-bloodedly changed these living soldiers into dead ones. He began wars without any fear of sacrificing soldiers. He was not concerned about dead soldiers. Because every dead one joined another army – the army of the dead. The common people didn’t like having hundreds of creatures of the Dark beside them all the time. It frightened and really horrified them. However, Reive didn’t care.

He stood up, and I instinctively backed into the cold wall. "Russell, listen to me. You still have a chance," I said, having nowhere to run. But he was beyond reason, too far gone mentally. Then an idea struck me. "You want the life from your dream, right? There's a way. Marry Frida and take her company. No one will dare mock you again." He paused, glancing back at Frida. I added, "You kill us, and it's all over. Why not make her marry you now? Get something out of it for yourself."