Viscount England Mga Nobela at Kwento

he gave me his greeting. His name immediately rings a bell. He must be Marquis Viglianco. I remembered Count Villiers mentioned his name a few times, since he apparently holds the position of royal financial minister. But I never saw him in person. I smiled politely at him since he could also be a distant relative of the imperial family. "It's nice to meet you, Marquis." At my reply the marquis took another step toward me. "I've been looking forward to seeing the famous Princess Belladonna. As expected, you're as beautiful as Empress Meredith."

Since she attracted the emperor's attention, she has been the empire's, favorite woman. Her lovely pink hair and adorable eyes are perfect for anyone searching for an adorable figure. With her light skin and rounded eyes, she has an angelic appearance. She can't be compared to anyone when someone looks at her because the Dernst family is characterized by the pink hue of their eyes and hair like Viscount Sean Dernst. The Viscount says, "Greetings, Lady Isabella, I'm happy to see you here." I stare at Callia while I nod and grin at him. She appears to fix her eyes on me for a brief while before blinking them away and smiling again.

He speaks English, the Greek god speak English. “I'm really sorry, but I was not checking you out in anyway” I quickly composed myself and internally hit my head on an invisible wall so I’ll die to avoid this embarrassment. “It's written all over your face” I just embarrassed myself. “Im Michael and you are?” He stretched his hand out for a handshake and I quickly took it “I'm Vanessa” I replied “I know you're Vanessa Decruz, fiancee of the great one and only Arab prince, Richard Amaan”

“For daring to deceive this empire’s ruler, you shall be stripped of your title and rank, King Lucian. You are no longer a king, but a mere Viscount, the lowest of nobles, and that title will extend to your wife, Queen Victoria, and your son as well.” Lucian’s breath hitched, his eyes widening in horror as the empress’s words struck him like a physical blow. Viscount—the title was a mockery of everything he had been. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles white with the force of his grip. How had it come to this? How had he, a king, fallen so far?

In the meanwhile, far across the room Arabella struggled to hold her tongue as she listened to her close-minded mother, who seemed to be mightily scandalized at what she considered as a violation of propriety. "That's so indecorous of Lord Mannheim to have such nefarious contact." The Viscountess continued to complain, only ceased speaking when a blond gentleman decked up in Indian costume complete with turban stopped by and greeted them. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Milady." The gentleman gave a polite bow to the Viscountess, then shifted his gaze to Arabella. "Lady Arabella, may I say you are such a vision tonight. Will you be so kind as to spare me the first dance?"

) "Viscount Knight has been bothering the third prince, that Valac von Elysian?!" I chuckled after looking at his surprised expression at the mention of Valac's title. He was known as the crazy bastard who do whatever he pleases and didn't listen to anybody. "I can't believe that Viscount is still alive..." I took my cup of tea to my lips and take a sip of it. (The smell is calm and comforting.) "Valac is getting bored at killing people." I responded, setting down the cup of tea on the table. Rho's curious and wonder expression turned into horror.

His task had been to court Carlie, and after my marriage, arrange an accident for her, with the queen’s help. Love? What are you talking about? How could I love a bastard’s whore? An assassin? Well...the viscount just couldn’t stand that—that vulgar girl wasn’t even a virgin. I still have no idea how I was able to hold back. I’m pretty sure that I shaved some enamel from my teeth, that’s how hard I ground them. I didn’t tighten the garrote, however. Instead, I gently smiled at the viscount. “Dear boy, from now on, you’ll have to worship at Carlie’s feet. Keep in mind, that you and your family are only alive as long as she is.”

I answered so easily that the light in her eyes dimmed even more. Just then, a servant's voice came from outside the door. "Your Highness, the three gentlemen have arrived." I broke into a smile. "Please, bring them in. These three gentlemen are the best I could find. I guarantee you will be pleased, Princess." Before Keisha could respond, I stood up and welcomed them inside. When the three men entered, Keisha froze. Her eyes went wide. Because each of them carried a trace of her adopted brother, Gregory Maynard. One had his eyes. Another had his build. The third had his nose and jawline.

she said with a smile that Lexi knew would be nothing but trouble for her later. ***** Lord Daniel Cutler, Viscount of Vyckos was sitting across the young queen of Niapachad Island with her prince consort next to her, Arabella Dragomir, and Aiden Dragomir. Daniel was known as Dan by his friends and right now, he was feeling anxious when the young queen wanted to meet him. “You called, my queen?” Daniel asked as he sipped on the tea that was being brought by the butler to the young queen’s private study room. Arabella put down her cup before she was smiling at the young Viscount.

Aria stated as she pointed at the vintage clock on the wall. At this moment, a knock was heard and the door swung open. A young man with red hair stepped into the room. He was tall but not taller than Alexander, he wore the uniform of a butler. "Lord Alexander sent me to tell the consort that it was time to go to the party." His voice was gentle but his red eyes weren't. A vampire. Athena met this butler when she first entered the mansion. He greeted her without showing any emotions in his face and looked unapproachable but Alexander told her that he was trustworthy and strong.