Baldi X Principal Novels & Stories

Baylor POV I never thought the day would come that I would be the ‘principal’ and still have animosity about being called to the ‘office.’ Alpha Colin and I were in the middle of helping several of the others hoist one of the side walls for the new training center into place when I got the mind-link from Machieste requesting my presence at the training grounds to handle an issue that required not only me but the entirety of the leadership.

"Sorry Principal Peter, I'm a bit distracted. What did you just say to me?" "Ah, we really appreciate your investment in our academy. We have promoted you to be the largest shareholder in Malibu academy. From now on, you can participate in any of our academy's activities, and in return, we will also send our elite students to participate in the parties you invite." Principal Peter looked kindly at Dominic Arnold and repeated what he had just said. Dominic didn't reply, he just nodded slightly. "Sir, may I ask you a question?" "Okay." "As far as I know, Mr. Arnold is only focused on business and commerce. What interest made you suddenly interested in Malibu Ballet Academy?"

His voice was more professional and more polished now than it normally was. "Your mate is lovely," Alpha Schneider said. I saw disgust flash across Adam's face. "Indeed." Adam said. He turned his attention to me. "Darling, I've yet to get my waltz this evening." "Oh," I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "I suppose I've been too busy dancing with Diedrick and Jace." I thought I saw Alpha Superior Schneider smile out of the corner of my eye. "My turn," Adam said, holding out his hand.

Balizer said again, his throaty voice rising, and then gasps and whispers in the crowd grew louder. I just stood speechlessly and watched… and then I found reason in Balizer’s statement. I could see why he would make such a statement. He was threateningly taller than the Prince and much more muscular and even though Prince Landon was fit himself, one could see a clear contrast between them as they both stood before one another. Balizer was a machine of muscle— a beast, and with the way he held the handle of his heavy blade, you could see that he uses his muscles well.

If they could not collect, their boss would kill them. The bald man tried bargaining. "Ms. Voss, give me a discount. Five hundred thousand down to, say, fifty thousand." He winced at Raymond's cold look and changed tack. "Okay fine. Just the principal. I do not want the interest. Just give me the principal, alright?" Who would have guessed this shabby alley hid such heavy connections? Who would have guessed Tiffany's friend could be linked to people who rubbed shoulders with Julian? The bald man had underestimated them.

Looking at my bloodied face and broken nails, those hands that had taken countless lives were actually trembling. "Vito..." I couldn't hold it together anymore; tears fell. "I'm here." Vito wanted to touch my hand but stopped mid-air, afraid of hurting me. He took off his coat and wrapped me up tight, then turned to face the room, his eyes murderous. "This is my sister, the principessa of the Corleone family." "Whoever touched her pays with their life." Marco's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the floor. "Corleone... principessa? You... you're a principessa?"

I say, careful to stay a good distance away as I turn to face him. He brushes against me as he comes to lean against his table. The surface was in disarray with files and loose paper scattered about it. It seemed he had been in the middle of some work when he caught sight of me in the hall from his office window. "It's principal Renalds," he reminds me haughtily as if he doesn't make just barely above minimum wage. "And it seems everyone knows about the mate bond between you and our Alpha." There was a mocking lyth when he spoke about the Alpha that made my fists clench.

For three years, I used my family's mob ties and my own money to pave the way for Declan's crew. He was the boy I survived the streets with as a kid. But at this month's sit-down, his newly hired secretary, Roxy, tossed my casino ledgers and club records onto the table in front of all the guys. She accused me of skimming profits and slacking off. "These underground banks, these smuggling docks," she read the numbers out loud, her voice full of fake outrage. "Every time she bribes someone, she skims thousands of dollars! She's lining her own pockets." "I say the Boss strips her of her club manager title right now to save our cash flow." I glanced at Declan, the boss of the crew. He knew

I asked gently. A smile formed on Baldwin’s face. “Not now, of course,” he replied. “You will get it when Bruce and Stamford Group is done for. If you even want, I can make you the chief operating officer… my second-in-command. You can have everything as long as you do well.” I nodded, fully motivated. “I will do my best!” I shouted firmly. Baldwin just continued to laugh. “I always repay hard work and dedication,” he said calmly. “Do you know why? It is because a hardworking and dedicated person always reaches their goal. Work hard and be dedicated to destroying Stamford Group and you’ll have it. Do you understand me?”

Baldwin rose to his feet from the sofa he was seated on and stretched his hand forward to greet the Alpha. As Beta of the Supreme Pack, he had as much power as other Alphas and they respected him a great deal. “Nice to mee you again after a long time, Alpha Ace.” “The pleasure is mine, Beta. Please take your seat.” He urged and Beta Baldwin complied and he did same. “I Hope my servants have served you well. Do you need anything else?” “No, not at all. I’m fine, thank you.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I am.”