Baron La Croix Novels & Stories

“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.

“That... that is preposterous! I have bought her, a peasant woman. She might be pretty, but she has nothing to offer unless she acts what befits her state-she must serve me as my wife. Can’t you see, mon Seigneur? Clearly, I have paid more than her due if she is giving me this kind of distress before I could even bring her to my esta-” “Which you are not,” the Baron said, effectively cutting Louis off with a voice so calm and yet, sounded so dangerous that the other man took a step back. The Baron scowled further. “Not right away, anyway. As lord of the manor and governor over your estate, I am invoking jus primae noctis, my right to your bride’s first night. She is coming home with me today

“But you should learn not to step on the wrong toes.” His words hung in the air like a threat. He turned back to me and continued, “I’ve been more than a father to Odette since I found her. She will never rat me out. This meeting never happened.” My mind raced, trying to process his words and the implications. Suddenly, the office filled with thick smoke, choking and blinding us. I coughed, struggling to keep my hold on Ariana. When the smoke finally cleared, the Baron was gone. Barbara’s voice broke the stunned silence. “He obviously killed Victor LaSalle in the courtroom.”

my groom asks. Baron takes his eyes off me to look at Aldric. “You forbade procreation.” “Yes.” “And you put a neophyte in charge of applications? Isn’t that a little hypocritical?” “No. She’s second generation and my bride. I do not procreate irresponsibly.” “I see. I am here to overturn your decree.” Aldric snorts loudly. “I’d like to see you try.” “I have brothers too, you know?” “Yes, I know. Just a few days ago, we caught one of your brother’s werewolf slaves. I wonder what the Lycan kings would do when they find out that your family is enslaving wolves.”

“Yes, sir. I’ve completed the work.” “Good. I had expected it only from you.” Mac has been working for me since the very beginning even though no one knows my face. But I also have to appear in public. He is the head of my security team and I can trust him with everything. “I’m sure the news has started showing till now.” I nodded my head. “You can leave now.” As he left, I smirked. I like keeping my possessions for myself only. Miss. Nandini Martin is my obsession. I don’t even want anyone to lay their eyes on my things.

He was sitting on my favorite couch in a black jean and black shirt—the only color I had ever seen him wear—, legs crossed, cigarette in one hand, and the other hand flexing a gun carefully. Baron was a tall and big man. He was not fat per se, but all those large muscles and heavy-looking chest made him look bigger than most guys—Lucas excluded. He had chestnut brown curly hair, and otherwise his mean and murderous personality, he was a very handsome man with black eyes and a very pointed nose.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

“At least Sigurd made me feel like a woman rather than a piece of meat. But I will spare you the details other than that it was far worse than I had been expecting.” Her gaze wandered to the campfire where his blood brother was toasting a fish and he could see a tell-tale softening. “Did your father have any dealings with this other so-called monarch prior to him arriving unannounced?” “Oh yes,” she replied. “Messengers were going back and forth for months. I think Papa wanted him as an ally. My sister was the bait.” “So why barter her?” “Because she enraged him. Not over Prince Renaud, though that did not help. Miriam let Saffron off the lead one day and she trampled over some important pap

Luca, on the other hand, followed me behind my back. Charlotte seemed to have a rather surprised reaction. “Greetings, Charlotte and… her mother, Ophelia Maine,” I said, slightly bowing towards them. Ophelia was mesmerized to see my appearance. “My, what a fine lad you are. May I inquire what business you have towards us?” She asked, observing me from left to right. I chuckled at her remarks and looked at the blushing Charlotte beside her. It seems like the princess didn’t expect that I’ll be showing my presence to her mom. “Pardon me for interrupting your talk. My name’s Damien Yves Etienne—” “Oh my! I heard of you, and your accomplishments!”

The whole place was silent, not even the sound of a pin could be heard, no one dared to whisper because this was not just an ordinary wedding but because the man sitting in the grooms chair was the Baron of Westland, the one rumored to be the devil himself, unforgiven, the one that kills without thinking twice and possesses the most powerful beast ever. Damian tapped his hand patiently on the armrest of the chair he sat on, he wasn’t the king but the chair he sat on was higher compared to that of the king. Damian glanced at the chair where his bride is supposed to sit and his face darkened more when he saw that it was still empty even when it had been an hour since everyone arrived. Followin