Baron Humbert Von Gikkingen Novels & Stories

Positive that he knew what had happened, I caught his wrist and looked up into his eyes. “If you know anything at all, don’t hide it from me, Dicken. I want to know my past, and why I always lose my memories. I’m willing to return to the merfolk’s realm with you, but the condition for that is to find out everything about my past, or I’m leaving you to find what I want to know!” “Linda!” Dicken’s body stiffened at those words, and he became apparently restless. “Your grandfather—the man humans call Baron—was an envoy I sent to human society.”

Doria, Nikolas's lover, was the only one who seemed to be struggling to hide her dislike for me. In the room, it was like I didn't exist anymore to Nikolas. His undiluted attention was focused on his mother. So were most of his cutting remarks. If I didn't know better. I would never believe the duo were a mother and son. I knew Nikolas was rather infamous for his ruthlessness in business world. Not to mention that my sister had suffered from that foul attitude, but I believed it was nothing compared to his nastiness towards his mother. I would have actually felt some semblance of pity for Lilika Sica if the woman wasn't such a spitfire herself. She had the perfect clap back for every of Niko

“ How could I forget the story that I have practiced a million times? “ I asked sarcastically. He halted and turned to me. He gave me a deadly look to tell me that he was not joking. He gripped my arm but put a smile on his face so as not to raise any alarm. “ This is not a joke, Brianna. This is the Don of Venice and Rome and he hates me. Act like a queen and stick to the story. “ He said. I ripped my arm from his grasp and smiled. “ Do not worry about anything. I will not embarrass you. “ I said, a little hurt that he thought I was an embarrassment. “ That was not what–you know what? Just think whatever you want. “ He said and continued leading me away. When we got to the man, I was shocke

"Sorry, didn't mean to say that." Holly just smiled and put a white drink in front of him. "It's a new kind," she said as she went back to baking. "And don't get burnt, I didn't add milk." He took a small sip. "It's white chocolate." "Milkybar." she beamed over her shoulder. "Then there's already plenty of milk," he smiled, even though she couldn't see him. "I'll do sausages, roasties, gravy." she smiled sheepishly for some reason. "Uh... veg,"

ARIANA'S POV The room was silent as the short, burly man entered, a Cuban cigar clamped between his teeth. I exchanged a startled glance with Barbara, her eyes mirroring my shock. This man was the Baron? He was nothing like I had imagined. “I'm the Baron,” he declared, without preamble. We hastily introduced ourselves, but he waved a hand dismissively. “No need wasting time,” he said, his voice a deep rumble that filled the room. “Yes, I controlled Odette, and yes, I’ve been trying to destroy Vanderbilt Holdings.”

Zikk observed this and concluded that Baron Ethan had clearly exaggerated the beastmen's onslaught. Most knights must have felt the same way. An elderly guy who appeared to be the baron's butler was the one who welcomed them. "Welcome, I have been anticipating your arrival," Butler Jacob remarked flatly. "Please excuse the filth and workers moving around, the city is undergoing various renovations." When Zikk spoke with the elderly man, he didn't think it weird that the butler was more powerful than the commander of the army's knights, Commander Kriff. 'He must be a warrior sent by the duke to guard his son.' That was Zikk's thought.

(Baron Govane Selspring) Baron Govane Selspring doesn’t hide his contempt and anger any longer. Sitting inside the room, again, were the same figures as yesterday, both Antoine Loland and Louis Franklin The 4th. Both of their faces were grim as they saw and tasted the 2 items inside the metal case. As someone who dabble in this industry they knew what is real and what is not.

I feel so embarrassed that I'm too scared to look up, so I just sit staring into my glass. Suddenly I feel a presence sitting next to me, it's the warmth that I feel first. As I look up the tall, dark-haired man has sat right next to me - he even smells divine! He motions to Mac who places what looks like a whisky in front of him. "Whatever the lady wants too". His voice is a deep baritone of deliciousness. "Erm, thank you-" I choke out "But I don't accept drinks from people I don't know". "You just stare at them instead right?". He fires back.

I nodded, acknowledging his request, "Anything else, sir?" He snorted, settling himself behind his desk, "Yes, stop calling me sir or Mr. Astor. You've lasted as my assistant longer than anyone, bar Katie," his face soured at the mention of her name, lips curling into a snarl, "and you aren't doing any of the stuff she did to keep her job so you've impressed me. Might as well give you the privilege to call me Gunnar." I looked at him with a look of utter astonishment. Did he suddenly see the light inside the bathroom or maybe the ghost of Christmas future approached him?