Nobility Stories

Esmeralda only wanted one thing- To chase after Rael, the crown prince, and hopefully marry him someday. But all that hope fade into nothing when she remembered everything- This world? It's from a novel she read in her past life. And her? Esmeralda Schuan, the villainess who gets dumped, humiliated, and eventually destroyed. No thanks. This time, she's not chasing the crown prince. Not fighting over love. Not ruining her life for a story that isn't worth it. She just wants to enjoy her rich and pampered life. But somehow... The more she tries to step away from the story and save her future- The more she realizes everything isn't what she thought it would be. A/N: Kindly asking everyone to please leave comments and votes so that I get motivated to finish this. Thank you!

A typical love story about a 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 and a 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐤𝐞 but with a simple twist. She is lazy. The laziest lady the Duke had ever met and the empire had ever seen. ♡♡♡♡ "Translate the dead language for me and I'll give you what you want," the Duke, who was first confident, now pleaded in desperation as the lady in question started to doze. She just yawned in response. "Lady..." She yawned once again, thinning his patience. "That's unladylike," he chastise, unable to hold his temper. "Talking to you makes me sleepier." With the last patience he could gather, he repeated. "Tell me, what do you want?" "Sleep," she mumbled before finally welcoming her sleep. ♡♡♡♡

" red colour look so beautiful on you, hyungnim, one day I will marry you and make you my bride " a 15 years old Kim Taehyung said. 20 years old Jeon Jungkook just laughed off at his words nodding his head. After 10 years " didn't I said I will make you my bride and look today you are wearing this red colour only for me " a 25 years old Taehyung said pouring a plate full of red colour over his head. Jungkook dressed in bridal red dress, covered in red colour staring at his newly wed husband with teary eyes. Just a tale of prostitute's son and nobel man. English is not my first language ignore the grammar mistakes Don't copy my work ©All rights reserved

"There's a crazy monster in the North. It's best you don't cross the people there." Ravenna is the crazy monster. She once lived as the foolish villainess who chased the Crown Prince, envied the Saint, and turned the empire against her. When she was imprisoned, the only person who showed her mercy was the Northern Duke, who freed her. Only for him to be assassinated by the imperial family. On the day she dies from a mysterious, incurable illness, Ravenna begs for just one more chance. And when she opens her eyes again, she is back in time, standing in the courtroom where she is being accused. This time, instead of begging for the Crown Prince's love, she chooses to marry the Northern Duke. Everyone thinks she is still the jealous villainess. No one knows she remembers the future. No one knows she is dying from an illness. But they will know, she is here for the most cruel and wicked revenge.

After I died in the modern world I was born in a magical realm with scheming nobles, magical creatures, and a magic academy straight out of hogwarts. Still I miss the internet. Also... I'm pretty sure I'm a villainess. Original work

Catlin woke in the body of a villainess on the worst day of another girl's life - the day she was meant to destroy him. Wrong century. Wrong body. Wrong story. The boy everyone calls worthless is the most dangerous person in the room. Catlin knows how this story ends. In the novel she once read, he becomes the tyrant who burns the kingdom down. She thought kindness might change his fate. She was wrong. Not about him - about what kindness costs in a court like this. Five years later, a new king stands at the border. Powerful. Undefeated. And he is coming for them. Catlin still keeps the bracer he once made for her. The one carved with roses. She knows she made him anyway.

In the New Lands, peace has never been more fragile. For decades, the balance between the Four Great Kingdoms - Drayan, Gelior, Cordell, and Travia - has endured, held together by uneasy alliances, ancient traditions, and truths buried deep in forgotten history. But now, something long lost has been uncovered. Hidden within the ruins of an ancient temple, a relic known as the Seventh Legacy has resurfaced - said to contain knowledge powerful enough to reshape the destiny of mankind. It is a truth that was never meant to be found... and never meant to return. As whispers spread across the kingdoms, tensions begin to rise. In Mawress, the heart of faith and power, the election of the next High Father approaches - a decision that could shift the balance of the entire world. Noble houses scheme, alliances begin to fracture, and unseen forces move quietly in the shadows, each with their own vision of the future. Some seek to uncover the truth. Others would kill to keep it hidden. Because the greatest danger is not the Legacy itself- But what the world will become once it is revealed.

Sumptuary law Any law designed to restrict excessive personal expenditures in the interest of preventing extravagance and luxury. The term denotes regulations restricting extravagance in food, drink, dress, and household equipment, usually on religious or moral grounds. They were enacted to enforce order and obedience to the Crown and to allow the assessment of status at a glance. There were three class structures: HIGH CLASS - Monarchy-Rulers - Nobility - Gentry-Aristocrats - knights MIDDLE CLASS - Merchants-salesmen - Yeomen-farmers LOW CLASS - Peasants-poor •○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○•○• Elise Black is a peasant who lost her family in a tragic public beating and was later handed off to her aunt and uncle, who were one of the richest merchants in the kingdom. They were situated in the upper middle class of society. A few years have passed, and Elise has grown up working for her aunt and uncle in exchange for shelter, sustenance, and family relations. Elise had never wanted anything before in her entire existence more than the moment she saw him. Her whole world quite literally changed, but it won't end well, Elise too knows it.

The Duke's Sole Salvation A cursed duke. A filthy rabbit in the corner cage. Neither of them knew what they had just bought. ✦ Dark Fantasy Romance - Guaranteed Happy Ending ✦ 🕊️ One love interest · No cheating · No love triangle · HEA. Alix Hardel is the last heir of a duchy whose bloodline is cursed beyond escape. Every full moon, the curse eats him alive from the inside. Nothing has saved him - not duty, not the arranged marriage waiting for him. So one evening, on a whim, he walks into a demi-human companion broker's den in the worst alley of the capital. In the farthest cage he finds her - a half-starved rabbit beastman with eyes the color of cut rubies and a silence that should not belong to anything still alive. He buys her with a single gold coin and calls it a distraction. But behind her silence is a past she cannot remember, and in her blood is something this world has long forgotten. On the darkest full moon, the truth surfaces - why it had to be her. This story begins in darkness. It ends, together, in the light. Tropes: Beastkin Heroine · Cursed Bloodline · Cold Duke · Possessive Devoted Hero · Trauma Recovery · Found Family · Dual POV · HEA ⚠️ Ch.1 opens in an underground trafficking market; the heroine is taken out of a worse fate. Pet/toy language = male lead's initial cold persona, not the relationship. No sexual violence. No explicit content. 📝 Korean original by Soonjin. English: AI-assisted, author-finalized.

Cassie Bertarelli died. Waking up inside a fantasy novel she once read should have been impossible. Waking up as Elodie-the villainess destined to obsess over the prince, torment the heroine, and die? Absolutely unacceptable. So she rewrites the story. Feigning memory loss, Elodie cuts ties with the prince and abandons the role she was meant to play. Freed from her, he turns to the heroine-just as the story intended. That should have been the end of it. Until he starts noticing her absence. Until rumours begin to spread. Until he can't stop looking for her. But while the court whispers and tensions shift, something far more dangerous is already in motion. Beyond the kingdom, an army is rising-controlled, calculated, and waiting. The villain behind it all was meant to want the heroine. Instead- They set their sights on Elodie. And the heroine? She was never as innocent as she seemed. As jealousy twists into something darker and loyalties begin to fracture, Elodie finds herself standing alone between a kingdom that doesn't understand her... and a war that was always coming. Because this time- She isn't playing the villain. She's fighting one. Content Note: Slow burn. Sharp tongues. This story contains strong language, fantasy violence (including magic battles), and occasional references to abuse and neglect. Please vote if you would like to and share your thoughts in the comments.

Ayla Belladonna was called many things: The forgotten child, the lonely flower. She was estranged to her family, father and brother and sister alike. Even the servants. But that is that is her way of life, to move without stopping and enjoying the view of the world. That is until an opportunity arose. An envelope of enrollment from an esteemed school named Evergreen Academy. She will meet new faces, friends and foes alike. And enjoy this opportunity that was given to her. However am evil threaten to destroy that life. A cult, kidnapping, indoctrinating, and rituals disturbed the peace of a nation that the academy resided in. Now she must join in stopping this dangerous group and find herself in this world. Cover Art by me

In Velmora, magic is the sort of thing that respectable people laugh about. They have faith in gas lamps, coach bells, season openings, blue blood, betrothal pacts, and gossip that can make a family's life miserable before breakfast. Lady Evelyn Ashbourne is the final priceless jewel from her dying family line. On the eve of her betrothal to a baron twice her age, she flees. She lacks any plan, any means of protection, and no destination awaits her. All she has is the light of the moon, her filthy skirts, and one night's freedom. Yet when morning breaks, it does not reveal Lady Evelyn Ashbourne. Instead, it reveals a stranger with her memories. Now an elusive bride, a terrified noble family, and an entire kingdom convinced that magic doesn't exist must confront the truth that lies hidden underneath all their polite discourse: Some curses don't declare themselves with flames. Some simply wake up. Features maps, noble houses, worldbuilding, and weekly updates. ✨ New chapter every week

Wei Zhiruo suddenly woke up in a new world. Here the Dao seekers were rushing to seek immortality, practicing day and night to grow stronger and fiercer! For her it wasn't enough to embrace cultivation, but survival meant reinterpreting everything she was familiar with. She strived ahead like a fish in the waters, getting familiar with this world's blue skies, its lilac flower fields, forging her own path ahead. But in the midst of such struggles, she often came across strange people... One day, she finally understood why. Wei Zhiruo hadn't just reincarnated into a simple world of cultivation! Here, in some people's mind, the life of everyone else was just an insignificant part of a book, including that of hers! What about 'Heaven's Chosen One's', 'Book-Transmigrators', 'Reborn people who were adamant on changing their past life's mistakes' - she often met such mysterious people and was often forced to play a side character inside these people's tales of grandeur! The only way out - gather strength and become invincible! This is the story of how Wei Zhiruo changed her side-character aura, becoming the most powerful Immortal in the Immortal Realms, and how she overturned a million years old conspiracy lurking in the shadows of Cultivation world!

A tale of intergenerational BIID over centuries. In prep school I became a close friend of Brian Meadows. His mobility impairment was obvious. Over time its cause became evident as he described a peculiar turn of mind shared by generations of privileged ancestors whose story reaches back well into 18th century France. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons or situations other than those that are clearly general knowledge is pure coincidence. The story is excerpted and adapted from my much longer novel "Buddies." I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I have writing it.

Princess Nadia, slave to Sir Rallian, is growing impatient. Even with powerful people such as the Imperial Advisor, Lord Polaris, and Marchioness Ivanna of Aramycius trying to free her, she has spent years as a slave. And now that Noelle is an empire ruled by the conniving and manipulative Empress Ariana, freedom seems hopeless. To make matters worse, Rallian knows Naida is a mermaid, Ariana doesn't take Polaris seriously, and Ivanna is losing her influence on the public. Slowly but surely, the prophecy Polaris had recognized years ago in the Royal Dream no longer appears relevant. This is only substantiated when Rein Bow begins to have her own prophetic dreams again, which seem to contradict the Royal Dream. Nevertheless, Polaris and Ivanna are devoted to freeing Nadia without her having to fight for it in the Annual Slave Arena. But as oppression weighs heavier on Nadia's shoulders, she begins to slip through their fingers, leaning toward signing up against their advice to wait. Will Polaris and Ivanna be able to keep Nadia from signing up for the Annual Slave Arena before they can free her? Will they even be able to free her without her fighting in the arena?

(Original Series by Lucas Anderson) The first year of school had ended and now Leopold has decided to go back to his home village after finding out its location from the voice inside his head. However, some unfortunate events lead him down a path of finding the truth, both good and bad... Just what exactly does he find in this old home?

Amanda Maddore, a magic item thief, is forced to recognize her past when her ex's hot brother is the only thing standing between her and a set of extremely powerful magical books.

Monsters invaded from another world, wrecking havoc to the local world. Aria, a reincarnated individual, was given powers to repel them. Her adventure began as she and her teams of hunters fought against the monsters

Prologue Thud! The bucket hit the cold ground. Water soaked through Penny's dress, clinging to her skin. She didn't flinch. Behind her, Cara and the others giggled, their apologies dripping from with mockery. "Lady's maid" one of them sneered. "What a privilege." Penny remained silent. Cold hands, a colder heart. That was her life. By the time she reached Lady Beatrix's chambers, her hair was still damp. But Lady Beatrix smiled softly, unaware of everything beyond her door. Gentle. Fragile. Untouched. Nothing like the rest of her family. The only solace she found was in the quiet of the library. And sometimes while stealing glances at Lord Jeremiah. But she was a maid. And maids did not dare look at the sky for too long. Not unless they wished to fall into misery.

Eryndor reached for her wrist- -when the door slammed open. He did not turn. Two fingers pressed lightly against Ayaana's pulse. "Oh," he said mildly, "we seem to have acquired some late, uninvited souls." Celestine's voice trembled with barely restrained fury. "Have you no sense, barging into a lady's chamber unannounced?" "I consider this extremely improper," Jubeline added sharply. "Oops," Eryndor said, tilting his head to study Ayaana. "I rarely encounter a soul this... old." "Five centuries," he continued, "give or take. Hard to be precise when memories rot unevenly." The room went cold. Ayaana gasped, clawing at her chest, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes though she did not wake. "She's fighting," Eryndor said. "Not possession. Not madness. More like... echoes. Old lives pressing too close." Slowly, his gaze lifted. Valthorne stood rigid, silent. "Ah," Eryndor murmured. "That explains the resonance. Wolf-blood, aren't you? Descendant." Valthorne's jaw tightened. "You speak too freely." "Your soul is old too," Eryndor added. "Not as frayed. But just as ancient." "The solution?" Jubeline asked. "Bonding," Eryndor said simply. "A tether. Temporary at first. His presence steadies the fracture." Valthorne stiffened. "That is not a choice to be made lightly." "Nothing involving old souls ever is," Eryndor replied. "But without it... she'll keep drowning in memories that aren't finished with her." He adjusted his monocle. "Decide quickly. Old lives are impatient."