Baron Fantasy High Novels & Stories

She’d return it, with a raised brow but he’d just look away. “Who was that Bentley man?” She asked, wishing for the quiet atmosphere to disappear. Felicia snapped out of her wallowing at her words, her face full of disbelief. “You don’t know who Bentley Barrow is?! Oh dear god…” she held her head, eyes full of shock, “you’re the royal magician and yet you don’t know about one of the best Magicians in the empire, hah…” she seemed to be depressed all over again. “The best magician in the empire?”

“I just don’t want to hear you saying harsh thing about my friend then later on act sweetly because you needed something from her.” My head tilted to the side. “Like wh---?” She immediately cut in, gave me a dead stare and snickered. “The pageant’s coming up, right? And we all know that Ibarra needs you so you two can perfect your walk, your answers and even with the talent portion.” “That is out of the clause. I made a deal with Rebecca to become her personal slave in return for not being ignored.” Ibarra honestly admitted while looking at Ginny with a serious look on his face. “Yes, the pageant is coming but that’s not what this is about.”

Her father laughed which took her by surprise “This isn’t funny father” “Knowing the Baron and how ruthless he is, he is ready to take anyone down who goes against him and that includes any member of his family. They might not like who he has chosen but no one will dare to express their dislike openly because they are afraid of what he will do to them. The Baron isn’t just the second in command in Westland my dear, he is the one in command. Although he might be bowing down to the king, but we all know that he is incharge because he is the head of state while the king is just a ceremonial head. That young man who is just 26 years old is very powerful, so no one can stop him. If he crossed the

“You’re going to pay for killing my mother.” The words came out low and filled with anger. Baron laughed, not a short laugh, a long one. The sound of it made my skin crawl. “You really think so?” he asked. Jerlad’s fists clenched at his sides. Baron tilted his head slightly as he looked at both of us. “What’s going to happen now,” he said slowly, “is that I’m going to kill you… and take Cassie as my own.” My heart slammed against my chest. “Never!” I shouted before I could stop myself. “I would never be with a man like you!”

Until dawn crept through the curtains. Until the package arrived. Until tomorrow became today. And the fantasy The forbidden, addictive, all-consuming fantasy Became forever. Fade out on the snow. On two new passports lying open on the dresser. On two gold bands glinting in the wea k morning light. On her moan soft, satisfied as he whispered against her skin: “The fantasy never has to end.”

Fantasy fodder for late-night scrolling. But the card felt real between her fingers. And the ache it sparked low in her belly was very real. She went. The address led her to an unmarked steel door in an alley downtown. A man in a tailored black suit checked her name against a tablet, eyes lingering appreciatively on the dress she’d chosen—deep crimson silk that clung to every curve, slit high enough to flash thigh with each step, neckline plunging just enough to make her feel dangerously exposed. He nodded once. The door opened.

"I'm sad that you have a favorite, Sophie." By the time I realized how dangerous those words were, I was already thrown onto Max's bed. My hands were pinned above my head. The gentle, restrained image he usually wore was gone, replaced by something far more overwhelming. He slowly let the chill of melting ice trail across my skin. My senses climbed toward a dizzying peak. I never would've guessed that someone who seemed so noble and proper could be the biggest freak of all. His gaze burned with desire, his manhood grinding against my core without end, his hand playing with my lips, leaving me no chance to explain.

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."

"I'll enjoy tearing your pack down piece by piece. Feeding your members to the dogs even rogues maybe." Then Lilith leaned into me—so close her breath brushed my ear. "I will burn every dream you have." My jaw locked, fists curling. This woman was the definition of evil. She straightened with a bright smile. "Come, Baron. We've teased them enough." Baron paused only to cast one last look at Jaxon. A grin. A promise. "I'll be back for her," he said. "For you. For your throne." His gaze slid down my body—hungry.

“Baron, if you want to fucking remain, I don’t care. Just stay out of my way and my business.” “Is she your business?” I pointed towards the girl who looked about as scared as a cornered mouse and about as small and young as a teenager. “Just leave, Baron” “You must be feeling so threatened by my presence.” “Threatened? Don’t delude yourself.” “Then don’t bother your head, Aaron. A pound of flesh is all I’m here for. You had the guts to take mine, retain that same guts to endure when I take yours.” “You’re crazy.”