Baron Doom Novels & Stories

The discomfort I was feeling was becoming unbearable and whatever was swelling up in me wanted to claw it's way out. I was so afraid all of a sudden because my body could no longer hold what was about to happen. "You made the biggest mistake of your life when you crossed path with my man." Lady Baron proclaimed. "Dominic is busy and will not be here to save his Luna." "Please..." I begged as a strong bout of dizziness overtook me. "Do not beg yet. At least wait Until I give you a reason to do that." Lady Baron said and I could vividly taste the cruelty in her voice.

I could have done a hell lot worse! I mean he's definitely an upgrade from Pierre Moretti and his smelly, sweaty palms...This man is a god compared to him! But still.... knowing that doesn't stop the furious trembling in my limbs. ​So I swallow hard and force my legs to move. I step forward, my feet shuffling awkwardly across the plush carpet as I make my slow, agonizing approach toward him... Like a nervous deer approaching a lion. It's fine, Barbara! Just... Act like you've been in a red-light sex dungeon before!

His voice broke entirely, and the sound of it—the Don's voice breaking—was the most terrible thing I'd ever heard. "Let you what? Fall in love with her? Claim her as your woman?" Alessio's smile was bloody now, his lip split against his teeth, but he didn't stop smiling. "You took everything from me, Dante. The empire. The title. Our father's respect. I spent twenty years in exile while you sat on a throne that should have been mine. And now I've taken something from you. Something you can never get back." "You're a monster." "No. I'm a ghost. And ghosts don't have to follow the rules of the living."

After seeing the horror she was forced to endure at such a young age due to that man, the overwhelming feeling of protectiveness took over him in that moment, what this man put his mate through was beyond vile and unjust, having this man still having breath in his body wasn’t an option anymore. Baron could not simply take the man out himself, the pleasure it would give him alone would be gratifying in itself, but due to his title and the many complications that came with, that would take time. But Baron didn’t want to wait, this man needed to be stopped so his beautiful mate no longer had to suffer, so the only way around it, was using this group which had already initiated battles such as t

Just as if I was born for this. Baron closed his eyes and moaned softly as I leaned on him, placed one hand on the tip of his manroot, and began to caress it, while the other hand played with his nipple. His moaning became louder when I put my mouth on the other nipple and began to suck it. "You... you are getting-." Baron suddenly paused, rolled me off gently, and turned towards the door. "What do you want?" A young man stepped out of the shadows. He was one of Baron's Beta, and was flushing with flame of embarrassment when he stammered. "My lord, Beta Brendo of the Darkmoon pack is here with the bride."

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.

I ask, and my frown deepens. He walks over to his bar, and I know I need to follow. After pouring two glasses of neat bourbon, he brings the glass tumbler to his lips, takes a long swig, and gives me an odd look. “You need to go to Norway to find that out. Your beast came with deep secrets that only he knows but refuses to remember. In other words, Baron has locked away a part of himself that he does not want to acknowledge.” He says, placing his glass down.

I was even expecting him to propose to me today after ten long years but here he was attempting to unalive me after slapping the face he seemed to adore too much. "Lorenzo, cut it, you didn't groom her all these years for this." His father's voice roared calmly from his back. I was shivering and I could feel the sweat spurting and streaming down the skin of my forehead, back and in-between my exposed legs. I have lived with them for ten years. I never imagined I would ever be murdered by them, that too with the involvement of the least expected person, It was so unreal. He withdrew from me while I shivered violently. What was going on? If I wasn't hallucinating, I was amid the Royals and Eld

Vicious, the head of my soldiers informed me through the blue tooth in my ear. I stared at Angela, who was eagerly waiting for me to commend her for her success. “Waste them, all.” I instructed, staring straight at her while doing so. Her confused stare morphed into horror when the TV in the room was turned on. She watched her dogs been taken down one after the other. “You bastard!” She growled, finally drown her innocent facade. “You knew all along.” “Angela… " I tsk. “I wouldn't here alive and breathing if I was stupid and easy access. I am Marco Alfonso, VENOM and The Don.” I reminded her, it's obvious she had forgotten who she was dealing with.

He sat on the edge of the bed taking my hands into his. " All you need to know is you are safe and nothing and nobody will hurt you. I will not allow it." He insisted. A knock at the door made him jump up and growl angrily. "What is it?" He boomed making the wall of the room shake and a frightened voice from the other side of the door sounded. "Alpha we have found the rogue in question." The Alpha immediately flew to the door forcing it open with such force I was shocked it didn't fall off the hinges.