Baldi X Principal Novels & Stories

Baldwin licked the corner of his mouth, and he instantly tore into the void and disappeared. Since Primordial Sacred Land was counterattacked by Grandiuno Sacred Land a few days ago, Baldwin gathered the disciples of the sect. It was not very wise to start a war with Grandiuno Sacred Land now, although in its view, all human beings were just its prey, and it would not feel bad no matter how many people die. However, after all, it was now cooperating with Xavier, so it had some reservations.

They entered and met a man with his glasses on and together with a red suit was sitting on his swivel chair and he is writing something on a book, he looked up and smiled. "Wilbur Anderson, good to see you again" The principal, Mr. Baldwin said standing up and hugging...

She didn’t answer. He tilted his head. “That look he gave me. Was he your boyfriend?” Eden scoffed. “He’s the principal.” “Oh,” the boy said, grin still sharp. “Even better.” Her throat went dry. He held out his hand. “Name’s Rafe.” She hesitated, then shook it. “Eden.” “Of course it is.” “What does that mean?” “Nothing,” he said, eyes trailing down her mouth, her neck. “Just fits.”

"The Collateral has been seized. Julian Thorne has been liquidated to service the interest of the 21st-century debt. But the Principal remains." "The principal is the Earth!" Hope shouted, stepping forward, her terminal pulsing with a desperate, dying green light. "You've taken the man. You've taken the gold. Leave the people alone!" "Correction," the Accountant replied, the equations on his face spinning into a vortex of cold logic. "The Principal is the Potential. The Thorne-Vance legacy has accelerated the human species by five centuries. You are an over-valued asset in a declining market. To balance the ledger, the 'Potential' must be harvested. The Earth will be returned to its pre-indu

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.

I stood in front of the principal's office and faced him, "thanks for everything Knight. The friendship, the pie but I'm afraid this might be the last time we might see each other, so have a nice life." I knocked on the principal's office and waiting for a reply. "Come in" a faint voice called almost immediately. I left Knight standing outside and proceeded to go into the office. Mrs Baldwin, the principal was an old lady probably close to get 80's, her skin was properly wrinkled and she was thin with a full mixture of brown and white hair packed in a neat bun on her head. "Jessica Bell. Our new student, do you have a problem?, Missing home already?" She said not tearing her eyes away from t

Lucy and Annie exchanged a knowing glance, smiling to each other. I ignored their petty scheme and turned back to my phone. The spacious apartment fell silent for a few seconds. Then Lucy suddenly shrieked, "Oh my God—look who that is!" She pressed herself against the balcony window, craning her neck to look down. "That's William Lucia! Why is the heir to the Lucia family downstairs?" Annie and Jennifer rushed over immediately. "No way—it really is him! What's he doing at our building? Don't tell me he's waiting for his girlfriend?"

The parents gasped collectively. “That mafia principessa aura is terrifying!” “Anthony really had everything and still ruined it. He deserves it!” “Smack.” Alessandro slammed a document onto the table. “This is the high-interest loan contract personally signed by Anthony.” “With the compounded interest, current principal and interest total…” Alessandro glanced at the numbers, his tone terrifyingly calm. “One hundred and thirty-seven million.” I turned the document toward Fiona and pushed the livestream camera right up to her face. Then I tapped heavily on the final clause at the bottom.

"You're Josh, right? Heard you've got something to cover your debts?" Josh pointed at me, nodding eagerly. "Mr. Baker, Ms. Emerson is after a guy with a crescent-shaped birthmark, right? Meet my friend Chester; he's got one on his stomach! "See, I've delivered. Now, about my seven million five hundred thousand..." The head honcho did not even glance up as he took a seat. "Hold your horses, let's see the merchandise first." His goons lunged at me, shoving me onto the couch and stripping off my jacket in a flash.

and I plastered on a smile, though inside I felt like I was sinking. Then came the moment of truth. “Paxton Edward, Dimitri Vegas, Nikki Montana, and...” The principal paused, and I could feel the tension in the air thicken. The room held its breath, everyone hanging on the precipice of anticipation. “Me, please! Me, please!” they shouted, their voices rising in a cacophony of hope. Nikki shot me a smug look, and my heart sank further. “And Hailey Baldwin!” The principal finished, and I felt as if the ground had fallen out from beneath me.