Novel & Cerita White Clad Noble Boss

But nothing beats the intimidating appearance of the leader of Nidhogg himself, Rei Shibasaki. The man’s white hair fell down to the nape of his neck, and it was obvious that he had shaved regularly, as there wasn’t a single sign of facial hair growing on his face. Rei Shibasaki was dressed in a smart black and white suit with black leather shoes. All in all, he had the appearance of a strict, no-nonsense businessman, but Ren knew better. “I’m surprised that you want to meet me.” Ren snorted.

However, before he could make his move, a figure suddenly lunged at him, intercepting his path. It was none other than Central Boss! "Leon, you deserve to die for annihilating my family! Today, I will make you pay with your blood! Behold, my Soul-Piercing Claw!" exclaimed Central Boss bitterly with a glare filled with endless hatred. Without hesitation, he swung his palm, unleashing his most powerful move, Soul-Piercing Claw. Five fingers wrapped in a strange black mist, carrying an overwhelming force like thunder, swiftly attacked Leon!

She looked at me, her fear returning. I finally reached up and took off my old, dirty travelling cloak, dropping it on a chair. Underneath, I wore my fine, well-made clothes, the clothes of a royal Alpha. "Yes," I said, my voice calm. "I am Noah Whitemore. One of the Alpha brothers."

The familiar figure was my savior, my prince, my knight in the shining armor, the one and only Harold Kingston, CEO of the entire SDC companies and my boss. I stood up from the couch before walking towards him and bowed in front of him respectfully. Up close he was even more handsome, with ocean blue eyes and his light brown hair was slightly messy which made him look even more hot. He was wearing a long sleeved white shirt with formal black pants. "Sir I'm Naomi Nolan, a hard working employee of SDC, your company Sir." I sniffled and wiped my nose. Stupid, don't wipe your nose infront of your boss, it's a bad manners..

He knocked on Noah's office door. "Come in," Noah's serious voice echoed from inside the cabin, not realizing who was at the door. Yohan strode into the room with a commanding presence, clad in a crisp white shirt perfectly complemented by tailored black pants. His confident gait exuded authority, and the monochrome getup highlighted his bossy presence, mirroring the professionalism and sophistication in his appearance.

Otheric is sitting on the bed, back against the wall, emptying the contents of the Rei's canteen. "Alright, I'm good," the young noble stood up, stretching his leg. "How about you?" He looked at the drow. "I am ready," answered Otheric. Minos strapped his shield on his left arm and grabbed his sword with his right. "Awesome. They've probably seen those dead drows by now, so we don't need to sneak about. "Once we give Cassana her--" the young noble looked around and realized something was missing. "Wait a minute..."

Reuben said again, referring to a group of men who now headed in Achademsi's direction. Just like Achademsi and his men, these men were well dressed but appeared more muscular than Achademsi's men, as soon as they got close enough Achademsi stood up and shook hands with one of them, this one was wearing a white couture suit and pants, he stood out in the midst of the other men, his unique countenance separated him from the rest of them, and even a stranger could tell that this particular man was the boss of all of them. As the men sat down together, the man in the white suit took off his glasses and at the sight of him, Sunday felt his jaw clench, his blood boiled, and his hand rolled into a

The nobles were seated in curved rows along the walls, like an ocean of judgmental faces. Alessia recognized some by description. Men in rich crimson, their cloaks lined in fur and iron stitching—Ignis nobles. They held themselves like sparks waiting to ignite. Women in pale blues and whites—Aqua scholars, their eyes sharp and calculating. Terra warriors wearing heavy earth-toned armor. Eurus diplomats in flowing silver. Lux priests with golden patterns painted across their foreheads. And at the highest row, shrouded in darker garments —Caligo observers that have sharp eyes, quiet and watchful.

Author’s POV: “ He’s here boss. “ A man who’s wearing a black suit said. “ But he brought a human blood with him. “ His ally added. A man who was called boss nodded and signaled the other man in black to take his leave. All of the people who attended the party are wearing white suits and white dresses but as always, Ace wore a different color.

She was now convinced—these people were insane, and their boss was just as bad. However, her car was completely boxed in. Even if she wanted to drive away, she couldn't. And her phone? Useless. During the ten minutes of waiting, Nyla's mind raced through every possible worst-case scenario. Just as she was about to write a goodbye note in her phone's memo app, the so-called boss arrived. He was dressed in a crisp white suit. His proportions were impeccable—tall with long legs—and he exuded an air of elegance. Wearing sunglasses that concealed half of his face, his visible features revealed a strikingly handsome man—refined to the point where he looked more like a model than someone involved i