Novel & Cerita Barbarian Lover

“Oh, calm your fucking tits. I know. Is it because of her blood?” “No,” Baron says flatly. “I love her.” I’m sure he thinks he does, but he’s incapable of truly loving anyone. Baron thought he loved someone before, and things didn’t turn out so well for her. I never met his ill-fated bride but we all know why she walked into the ocean. “Will you turn her?” “Yes,” he says. “At the end of this year’s Festival of Creation.” I don’t know why I care. She’s a human. Just another human that will become a bride and another problem I’ll need to deal with. Over time, she’ll lose her humanity and Baron will grow tired of her. He’ll discard her and find himself a new little toy.

Balthier said gravely, "Promise me you'll stay calm after I tell you everything." "If you're kidding ... You really deserve an Oscar for your acting!" I chirped, but my eyes were a little tense waiting for the words to come out of Balthier's mouth. "You know? A Lycan can live for thousands of years, beasts and demons with powers beyond human reason. A Lycan has an Erasthai, or a life partner who will be with him throughout his life. A companion who will become the same devil. I ... am a Lycan, Balthier De Ville ... Blaze, your lover is my brother and also a Lycan ... And you Laila is the Erasthai of Blaze which means you will become a devil just like us. "

Outside, the night wind blew the heavy, worn curtains, mirroring the state of the once-lively manor now devoid of warmth. Darius sat casually in a plush chair, once a symbol of wealth but now a little worn. His smile, thin but satisfied, couldn't be hidden, feeling content with the plans set in motion. "Baron," he spoke in a low yet firm voice, "this is an opportunity we cannot waste. My warning is clear—we are at the perfect juncture. This marriage is not just about political gain, but about toppling Veraga and taking control of everything."

" Uhh, I need to give something to Mr Harding.” Sierra’s cold eyes set on me. ” He’s not in right now.” her tone was icy. Dammit just when she was ignoring me. She stood up and started walking towards me. What do I do? I stood frozen in one spot, literally couldn’t move. ” I thought I told you to stand away from my boyfriend-” " Ms Langer I told you to send me the fucking notes.” Somebody roared. I jumped a little. My heart felt like it was going. to. explode. Sierra's eyes widened a wild and frightened look crossing her face.

There was only us, only this, only the burning need that consumed us both, only the love that was stronger than anything else in the world. “Look at me,” he growled, pulling my face up to look at him, his eyes dark and bright and full of everything he felt, love, lust, need, possession, all of it burning so bright I could see it clear as day. “Tell me who you belong to. Say it loud.” I cried out, my body trembling, pleasure building up again so strong it almost hurt, so strong it made my head spin. “You! I belong to you! Only you! No one else! Nothing else! I’m yours! Only yours!”

Vito cut him off, his voice edged with a panic he didn't even notice was there. It was then that everything became painfully clear to him. Alessia knew the whole truth. She knew there was someone he loved but could never have; she knew their marriage had started as a filthy transaction. She knew every bit of tenderness and indulgence he'd shown her had all been an act.

Barika bowed her head with respect. Odhan was happy that the girl he loved for so long trusted these people like he did and supported his decision. Baraka is a beautiful female and is kind to others. She is not from the upper class whom his father favors. All the upper-class creatures are of the same ideologies as his father. They look down on others and are arrogant and rude. They all think the lower class creatures are meant to serve them and are worthless. So he had to keep his love for her hidden to protect her from his father.

She breathed out dazed, “but I would not have you cause me to do anything that would displease Sir Baristan.” He raised a cool brow, but If Shira still had her memory, she would have understood the steel that had crept into his eyes. “Sir Baristan it is then? And is there no one else you betray by being with me tonight, by being with Baristan – a first love of yours perhaps? The Male who took your maiden head.”

“You’re a priest. You’re fucking a man. What would your congregation think?” Baron leaned back in his chair and looked at me like I meant nothing. Not fearful. Not angry. Just disinterested. Like staring at useless furniture. “I’ve never pretended to care for you,” he said bluntly. “So don’t pretend to care about me being a priest. I love Ezreal. That’s all that matters.” My lips parted in shock. “You—love him?” I scoffed, standing. “Did he ever tell you he loved you back?” Baron didn’t answer.

He asked, his voice low and dangerous. “I would rather die in the hands of a real man, a man of his words, a real warrior than die in the hands of a pathetic excuse like Marcus,” I said. “And my bravery would add a lot to your pack. I am willing to serve you till my last breath.” “Serve me? To last your last breath you say?” Fenrir asked, his gaze hard and cold. “Do not lie to me or try to trick me. I hate lies and detest liars.”