Viscount Novels & Stories

Alessandro and Draco stood there baffled at their childish wife and girlfriend behaviour. They looked at each other and shook hands with no expression on their face. "Hello, I am Draco Blackwood. Welcome to my home." "Hello, Alessandro Williams. Thank you." Sabrina wasn't surprised at his fake surname. He use this surname "Williams" in business world. One of many reasons people recognise him as the CEO and not as "Alessandro Kingston" the mafia leader of California. "Hello, I am Lily Harrison." Lily said as he shook hand with Alessandro. Alessandro passed her the bouquet and she smiled delightfully.

He was never informed that a party was held for his introduction as the third son of the Armani Merchant Guild so he felt uncomfortable in the presence of Royce’s business partners. “Dio, meet Viscount Cliff.” Royce smiled as he handed him a glass of juice. He bowed towards the viscount. “It’s an honor to make your acquaintance, Lord Cliff.” “The pleasure is mine, Dio.” The viscount smiled. “I wonder where Royce found such a fine young man like you.” “You flatter me, my lord. I’m nothing but a mere commoner under the grace of my father.” Dio smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. He didn’t like how

Silence. "Permission to speak, Sir," a woman's clear voice cut through the silence like a hot knife on butter. Every head turned to the source. Resmeia, King Trevino's favorite Trevian, raised her gaze and met the King's victorious smirk, calm and steady. Some of the eyes turned to the King's consort and saw her eyes turn deep black at the sight of her. Resmeia may lack crystal formation in her body, a tell-tale sign of a weak constitution, but her face was as perfect as possible. Having fewer crystals covering her petite form made her seem more appealing to the eyes. The image of her-- softer, smaller, leaner than the average Welkin woman-- was making a fool out of every man in the room.

Winona gently pressed his hands and smiled. He could tell it was a genuine smile. Perhaps she was telling the truth. “Can you tell me who I really am?” “Alejandro Villamar Jr., that’s your real name. You’re the first-born of a business tycoon. You have a very influential family. You have a wife, Katherine Concepcion. I don’t really know much about her, except that you kept your relationship a secret to the public. And oh, you have a brother, who’s also my friend. His name’s Fernan—”

The girl looked up to Alesteria and her eyes brightened, something that made her look cuter from Alesteria's perspective. "I-I'm Evangie C-Cristoff. My family is a V-Viscount." 'A Viscount. Not bad.' A Viscount house may not appear to have much authority, which is true, yet this is not a weakness. They can get away with anything and the nobility won't notice because they aren't regarded as 'high rank' by the majority of the aristocracy. Most Barons and Viscounts are commoner tradesmen who earned or purchased a title for themselves.

Glancing up, she realized they were approaching a man in a charcoal suit, seemingly waiting for them. "Vincent." Arcangelo acknowledged with a nod as they stood before each other, the man, Vincent nodding in response. "So you brought her along?" He stated as he seemed actually surprised. "Why are we here?" Rosalie asked in discomfort. Graveyards always made her feel uneasy, she didn't like the eerie feeling they brought with them. "XI-IV-MMVI," Arcangelo stated as Rosalie looked at him in confusion. "That's the tattoo on my shoulder, and you asked me what it meant."

And now, he's going to suffer me worse. But he doesn't. He places the knife slanted at his breast and he bites his lip as the skin sears and a godawful smell hlof skin and burn chest hair perfumes the air around us. He shakes his head like an animal and does it again, joining and slanting a new side. Almost triangular in shape. Wait. His initial on my hip. MY initial on his chest? Could that be an A? I cringe but he demands I watch, and as if answering my question he places the knife sideways between the two slanted burns to form the A.

Gp said I looked at her and nodded. "Let's go then," . . . . ~Spain~ "Welcome to our new Headquarters" Vissage smile at me his prince a 3rd prince to be exact we didn't let a prince's heirs to the throne be on us, it will be complicated for our Society. "You're not Vissage that we know who are you?" I ask then I saw him smirk. "Ohhh you notice well yes I am V, Vissage's other half the cunning one well Vissage is kinda softly" He smirks again I sense something like that as well, Vissage is kind of soft when speaks and movements.

But I stop on my track when I saw Vicenzo on the hallway together with the man I met about two days ago- Calcifer Silviso. "Svanna" Vicenzo utter in monotonous tone wanting to get my attention as I stared the man intently. He's smiling at me and I can't help but to smile back "You're the consigliere right?" I mutter. But surprisingly Vicenzo grab my arm harshly and pulled me towards him as he glare at me sharply with his clenching jaw flaunting the raging anger on his eyes "How did you know that he's my consigliere"

His previously cheerful nature was suddenly coated with a grim while he creased his brows, "We have just lost another Viscount My Lord…" Ahhh! He knew he was right as always. Gareham went on, "And we happen to know the assassin is an acquaintance of the young Duke." The Earl of Vetcom stalked closer to the man, cracking his knuckles in the most threatening of manners. He pulled a similar grim, faking the concern he was sure he did not have, "Oh I am very sorry." Next, a frown rested on his brows, one of curiosity as he rasped his words with an unmistakable English accent, "And who is this acquaintance we speak of?"