Barbarian Lover Novels & Stories

No one answered and there was no sound apart from the unending noise of The Unbidden Army down below. “Is there anyone coward enough to choose the losing side and walk away from me?!” he boomed, looming closer to them. Gia and Cynthia were right behind the masters of the Vrek Cult on the second row but they got the urge to cower away as The Baron advanced. “I am the greatest! I am most victorious! I will win this war and prove that destiny can never be denied even when it is stolen!” he bellowed. Gia held her breath. What was The Baron talking about?

“Fine. I'm sorry I made eyes at your fiancée for like a minute after I got here. Honestly, though, you guys could have just talked about shit at any point and you would have realized—” “What he means is it's you and her, Barry. It always was. Troy and I were just little bumps in the road for you. You can't imagine how absolutely in love I was with the way you looked at her the first time I saw you, the way you still look at her now. Are you going to give up Caroline Condor because of a girl you made out with in a pool forever ago?” Bart grinned, felt some of the weight on his heart lift, and pulled Aria into his arms.

So why was she still angry? She had no right to be angry at him. She was the one getting married even if she harbored no affections for her supposed spouse. Her relationship with Brandon was ending or had already ended. There was no need for her to get angry. They were not lovers. Just two people who slept with each other. She was not attracted to him even with how handsome he looked. His brown hair and blue eyes made him stand out in the crowd. And the tattoos on his body made him appetizing. He was sex on a stick, she knew that but she could not bring herself to see him as nothing more than her enemy and also, a temporary sex partner.

And after cleaning up, they soon had their clothes straightened. “Are you ready to be a wife to me and love only me, ma bichette?” asked the Baron with raised eyebrows. He held his hand to her when they felt and heard the gathering outside the door. He was teasing her, but she could not speak right away. So much in awe…. Be the Baron’s wife... be the only woman he will love... forever. “There was no other man before, my Fabian. You are the only one. So… yes, with all my heart.”

There were seats and tables hidden in the shadows, many occupied, and a bar against the back wall. He made his way towards the bar, leaning against the sticky bar surface. The bar keeper was a tiny girl who barely looked old enough to drink, let alone serve alcohol. The discrepancy in her appearance and age was emphasized by the fact that her hair was pulled up into two spikey pigtails held with neon scrunchies. She grinned at him, showing a mouthful of braces. “What can I get ya?” “Beer.” “Any preference?” “Surprise me.”

These were my dreams, they might be useful to you and I'm sorry for betraying us was written on the second page and on the third page of the book, The Sargon's of 1104 (before the war) was written on it m stands for married Cyril Sargon m Soroya Adelio = Adrian Sargon, Baron Sargon, Shiza Sargon Adrian Sargon m Alyssa Leroy = Sabriana Sargon, Aricia Sargon, Farsiris Sargon, Saina Sargon, Tiana Sargon, Avantica Sargon, Zara Sargon, Damyanti Sargon, Irene Sargon "I guess this is where I comes in" I murmured to myself when I saw Irene Sargon

The Ice Bear roared furiously hearing the Barbarian Lord’s words, and the face of the Barbarian Lord grew unsightly. “What? You think you’re are the one with 175 wins and not me? That’s b*llsh*t and you know it!” the Barbarian Lord pointed at the Ice Bear and exclaimed. The Ice Bear roared again, and the Barbarian Lord responded. Barbarian and Bear kept doing this for several minutes, forgetting that they weren’t the only ones here.

He bit my nose gently. "Your queen? You mean the same Woman who married you without your consent?" I laughed, remembering our wedding. He also burst into laughter. "Yes, that very woman. The same woman I was going to divorce after making her life a living hell. Who could've known she had loved me for 7 years? It would've been called infatuation but I'm glad it grew into true love. I definitely wouldn't have fallen in love now if I hadn't met you." "Oh, really? That's definitely true, no doubt." I simpered, pulling his shirt over his head and curled my legs around his waist.

A young girl crazy in love would only think that the world was trying to stop her from achieving her happiness. So, I handled it my way. Being brash and unafraid of consequences, I trespassed onto the territory of our enemies, while men on both sides were engaging in an intense brawl. Even now, I still have no idea what I wanted to prove by doing that. Was I trying to prove my sincerity? Or did I just want to strongarm my mother into giving in?

His voice was tight; the rage coiled beneath it like an animal. “Oh, I have,” Baron cut in, silky and casual, as if we were discussing the weather. “I fancy your daughter, sir. And don’t worry — once she wears my mark, I won’t be fucking other women. As messed up as you all might think I am, I’m loyal.” He smiled, slow and predatory. “Or am I?” The room went cold. The words slid under my skin; a shiver crawled up my spine and lodged behind my ribs.