Baron Doom Novels & Stories

- I slap my tongue. - Girlfriend, I'm sorry to talk like this, but you are too slow. If I were you, I would have given it to this man in every room of the house and in every possible position. I would even think about the possibility of giving him my ass. - Barbara speaks up, causing our laughter to echo through the place and even she can't stand what she just said. - I don't know how I can still be friends with you. - I put my hand on my stomach, recovering from my laughing fit.

Sharon turned towards Alex. His expression unreadable. Daniel's voice became colder. "Do not let Alex take you to his bunker." The screen suddenly went black. A deafening explosion shook the resort. Sharon stumbling, Alex caught her before she fell. Then another explosion erupted outside. The western wall collapsed. Through the smoke, something enormous moved beyond the broken barrier. Not a normal infected, not human. Alex stared at it. Sharon felt the blood drain from her face. She remembered that creature, she had seen it only once in her previous life. It had appeared months after the apocalypse began. But now It was already here, And it was walking straight towards them.

Clearly unwilling to open the door. "I know you're in there, Barbarian. I can smell the stink of you're joining from out here. Is that a slave girl you have in there?" Yes.

Outside the Dooms’ entrance, countless armies gathered in the distant sky, all clad in black armor, standing on the clouds with a formidable aura. Before the main hall of the Doom Race stood a man wearing golden armor. He was Carson Dalibor, the commander leading the attack on the Human Race.

The music was pulsating, and the crowd was already starting to grow. Damon made his way to the bar, his eyes scanning the room. He was looking for someone, but he didn't know who. As he ordered a drink, Damon's mind began to wander. He thought about his business, about the empire he was building. He spent the rest of the night at the club, drinking and laughing with the other patrons. He was the king of the castle, and everyone knew it. As the night wore on, Damon's thoughts turned to the future. He had big plans, and he was going to stop at nothing to achieve them.

I wanted to rip my clothes off, but I wasn’t that far gone. When the sun went down, I licked my lips and when I looked around right before me was an orgy, everyone was either touching or fucking and I searched for Di and her and Brannon were going at it, and I smiled. Someone came up behind me and I felt my body recoil from their touch. It was Baron, trying to get me to come to him, only he didn’t look like Baron, he was a cross between his regular face and the wolfman from the old movies with Lon Chaney. It was hideous to me. I wasn’t scared just disgusted. I never wanted him, and I surely didn’t now.

Or maybe it was because the love was still there. My silence finally made her sense that something was wrong. "Babe, what's wrong?" she asked again. "You seem unhappy." I didn't answer. I simply handed her my phone. On the screen was the pregnancy report and Leo's caption beneath it. Her eyes fell on the display, and the smile on her face froze instantly, replaced by stunned silence and unease. Then, as if she'd quickly pieced together an excuse, she spoke carefully. "Leo has always wanted a child of his own. You know that his wife never gave him any children before she passed away. He said he doesn't want to remarry in this lifetime, and randomly impregnating someone would be illegal.

From the shadows of the Spire's arched doorway, Varkas emerged. The Elder walked onto the balcony, his pristine white mantle trailing behind him, flanked by a dozen Refined Enforcers in their iridescent suits. Varkas carried a cushion of woven hard-light silk. Resting on the cushion was the Crown of the Iron Barrens—a delicate, breathtaking circlet forged from pure kinetic silver and inlaid with glowing pink hard-light crystals. Varkas stopped beside Jack. He looked out over the sea of kneeling, pacified men, his steel eyes gleaming with absolute, total victory.

the clerk asked. Edmund bristled as if he were a cat whose tail had been stepped on. "How dare you doubt me! Come on, then! Someone come up here and spar with me! I've got lightning-based ability now, so who would dare take me on? Just wait till we're out in the field. You'll all be begging me for help! Let's see who dares look down on me now!" Savannah gazed at him with starry eyes as if he were some kind of legendary hero.

I just couldn't wrap my mind around what it is but please can someone tell me why I'm so demn scared. His eyes locked on mine, burning like fire under ice. “Doom has begun.” And instead of disappearing like some mystery ghost-man, he stepped closer. One step. Two. The air thickened with him, pressing against me. My body screamed run, but my legs betrayed me. I stood there like an idiot, frozen in place. Typical. Up close, he was worse. Too perfect. Too intense. His face looked carved, sharp angles and tired eyes that didn’t belong to anyone ordinary. He smelled faintly like rain and something sharper, something that made my stomach twist.