Baron La Croix Novels & Stories

I groaned a bit but didn't give them the pleasure of hearing me cry out in pain. I smiled at them, " that was powerful" I say, " your name is Clover Doharty, correct?" He asked. I frowned, "wha-""technology has improved" he simply said. " If you already knew, then why?" I ask, he smirked " it's fun watching rogues suffer" he said " wow! That's not sadistic" I muttered with an eye roll.

Chapter Two: SIGHTING Later that night, Rojean dolled up to go to a place that was both a nightclub and a bar that everyone was talking about. She was old enough, for sure, especially if she was going to get married soon. But she was never the kind of person to go out on the weekends, to a club or even a bar and always preferred the comfort of their apartment which Lucas didn’t mind at all even when he wanted to go out. She was in a cream coloured off shoulder dress which stopped mid-thigh and hugged her curves beautifully.

My hand gripped the steering wheel while I wondered what Paris, whoever she was had to do with any of this. "Samuel, who is Paris?" "Paris is Mom's sister." Interesting. Quite interesting, I thought as I drove off. *** ALVA It itched. It was foolish to wear a sweater in the scorching hot sun of the afternoon but I chose to. Why? I was going on a date with Nikolas Sica. My red hair was pulled back in a perfect ponytail. I only did it that way when there was a Herculean task ahead. I looked back and forth hoping no one who could recognize Nikolas if he did come was around. I would say Nikolas kept his promise even if it was a first. From the distance, I could make out a familiar car coming my

/ I ask Baron, and he nods. /“It’s a scent and aura similar to mine and probably older than I am,”/ he replies, frowning, and a shiver shoots up his spine as his fur bristles. Baron is one of the oldest Lycan beasts out there, even older than the beast my father had. He’s seen and experienced things that no other beast has before and is only a few millennia younger than Kai’s beast, Loki. “We’ll deal with this in the morning,” I sigh and head toward the bathroom.

“Not what?” “That’s not Kane’s pen,” Aria said firmly. “It belonged to Baron.” “Baron?” The lead officer blinked. Kane exhaled. “He was my former assistant. But he’s been dead for years. That ‘B’ engraved on the cap—he carved it himself.” “Convenient. Dead men can’t testify,” the officer scoffed. “How do we know you’re not lying?” Kane gestured at the pen. “I gave Baron that pen ten years ago. He used it constantly. The cap fell off several times, and he was afraid of losing it, so he had his name engraved on the inside.”

"Mr. Clark! You need to see this immediately!" Damian snatched the tablet from her hands, His pupils already constricted as he scanned through the headlines. He looked up, meeting Victoria's questioning gaze. "It seems," he said, "that fate has played right into our hands. The king has collapsed, and the royal family has run into bankruptcy."

He looks older than Stefano,He's covered with tattoos. His chest was flared open and he looked dangerous. Labrinth bowed to him slowly,They exchanged greetings but he was focused on another thing. Me. "Hi Carissima"He greets me in his rich Italian accent. "Hello."I answer simply. His features scare me more as he smiles. "My name is Baron. Labrinth surely knows me. I'm a good friend of your husband." He introduced properly,and I greeted him more warmly. Labrinth isn't enjoying his presence. "Hope you're enjoying the ball?"

As Christine is the heir to a human noble, she must abide by this rule. Therefore, Baron Lorient declared war on the grounds that he had regained his face by humiliating him at the banquet.

“Magnolia De Solange, at your service, Your Grace.” ‘Even I have heard that name before, everyone in the kingdom has.’ “Please, I think it is a bit late to be formal. Wouldn’t you agree?” Magnolia blushed as she unconsciously pulled his coat tighter around herself. Daniel hid his grin. “Have a seat, my lady.” Magnolia obeyed. “I am curious though, why De Solange and not Croix?” She clenched her fists. “Baron Croix was my late husband. I use my family name now.” Her words were clipped and full of distaste.

“But since I will be first to acquire your... services, I will let this go for now. They said the Baron had you a virgin fist, so it means you are still quite fresh and tight.” She gulped, trying so hard to hide how scared she was starting to get. She was hiding from him a rock in her hand, planning to hit him with it if he got near enough. “Services means not cooking for you or serving your meals, you mean?” He crowed. “Unwrapping your thighs so wide open that I can partake of your sumptuous cunt, it means. The Baron will be occupied with my cousin, Lady Veronique, as soon as the arrangement for their marriage is announced tonight in the Duke’s great hall. They are readying the bed as we sp