Barian Novels & Stories

"Yeah! I told you, didn't i? These guys can write a thesis on how to show off." "Wow! Is that the head of the clan, Black Ouroboros ? He was also in the top 300 of the list of the strongest individuals." "Yeah. He is very, very strong." Artemis smiled, "He also goes by the title of the 'Lance Mage'. Also, if you look at your 6, you'll see a man in 40s with a sharp nose and thick eyebrows. His name is Duke Paul Grizzly, and is considered even stronger than the 'Lance Mage' in terms of skills."

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."

Something to make the barbarian uncomfortable. That confused me though. Who is he to Mardichi that he cares about his opinion? 'Brother.' The recollection dawned on me immediately. But I realized just as fast how impractical that was. They look nothing alike. The barbarian was a great monster of a man. His shoulders nearly twice as wide as those of the other man who was tall and slender. I'd have thought him large before having seen Mardichi. *** "Sebastian." Mardichi sighed in defeat as he watched the other man pressing past him to enter the hut.

She watched as the Baron bade a temporary goodbye to his aunt. “Thank you for your timely intercession with the Duke. I know the news had shocked you, but you recovered fast enough to back me up.” “He is a gambler and a businessman at heart. He will come through eventually; I just made it quicker,” the elderly lady said with a kind twinkle in her eyes. It clearly showed how much favor Fabian enjoyed with this aunt of his. “Now, off you go. And do be careful. I hope to be there when you make your vows to make sure the court in Paris will know I witnessed.”

Zara explains gently, her voice soft. "Feral?" I ask, looking at the three of them, confused. "You would become a rogue," Zane spits. "Now, come on. He's waiting." Just another Alpha. Nothing to worry about. Right?

Why is everyone asking me about my hair? "Yes it is.. cool color huh?" Lexi answers in my place. "I wasn't asking you, idiot." The boy says and Lexi gives him a light punch on his shoulder. "Hi, I'm Antonio. But all my friends call me Tony so please call me Tony." I grab his hand and offer him a handshake. "I'm Morgana."

Migi continued walking, and he gradually saw the familiar volume of the man. "It seems like it happened before, ah, those times when he was also wearing an apron," he whispered. "Seb? " Slowly, the man faced him. So handsome! Migi can't help but be amazed because this man looks like a Greek god. "Have a seat, Migi. I'm almost done cooking," he said softly. Migi still couldn't escape the shock as he stared at that bulk of Sebastian's that he didn't expect him to see. How long has it been since he last saw it? and in a similar situation.

" Fuck, " I growled hitting the wall making sure not to break it. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Damian? " one of the brunnete submissives whose name I couldn't be bothered to know begged. I knew all she wanted was sex with me and her pathetic ass wasn't going to get it. I was pissed, not horny.

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" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.