Novel & Cerita Baron La Croix

“Okay, I’ll just take a look. If I see him downing drinks, then I won’t disturb him.” Andrea then stopped walking. “What if I see him flirting with another woman? I have forgotten that Roxanne Cromwell’s father owns this megayacht. I even saw her earlier at the deck. He couldn’t be with her tonight, right? He already gave her a chance… but she was not the one he married…” She borrowed courage from those words before entering the bar. However, she only saw the bartender washing the glasses. With used coasters on the counter, she figured someone was there. She then smiled at the bartender. “Hey, have you seen Gryphon? He said he will be drinking here.”

The entire room, including Sophie were easily able to decipher the unsubtle reference. A Baron with Live and Fair in the name, there was no doubt it was Oliver Fairfax. The veiled reference to Gilded Falcon. Henry paled in shock at Octavia who merely played the meek fool.

I wasn't sure how to feel about that shit. "I think he did a little bit more than that, I think he just warned us about what we're really dealing with here. What was that crack about the commander? He said it almost as if he knows something. He said 'he knew more than what we've found." "What I wanna know is how the fuck he knows what we found Cord. Until Lyon mentioned this guy I never heard of him. We've looked since he came up and all we found was the billionaire bullshit. That's no mere billionaire that just left this room."

“To let you know how the game’s changed. From now on, I own this town. And if you ever forget it, just remember—your precious Lydia’s life depends on me.” My hands clench into fists so tight my knuckles ache. “I could take you prisoner,” I warn. “Force you to release her.” Baron chuckles, shaking his head. “Maybe. But by the time you get close enough, she’ll already be gone. Unlike her, I’m not fragile. I have the gifts of a goddess now.” He gestures toward his shoulder. The wound that should still be bleeding is almost healed. “It’s your move, little wolf. As always, the choice is yours.”

He only needed the man sitting a few seats away to notice him, just like he had from the very start. Especially because Lorenzo had bet on the rival horse just to get his attention. "Patriarch Greco, I think you’ll owe me a few thousand!" the King’s Beta rose from his leather chair, unable to help himself, almost coming in his pants just because Sapphire Wind was in the lead. "So it seems, Mr. Grimal," Lorenzo replied with fake annoyance, then calmly lifted the wine to his lips. The Beta stayed leaning on the railing, his eyes practically bulging out.

A growl rippled through the air before running at the window. “NO SIR! I AM NOT ALLOWING YOU TO CLIMB THE PALACE, IF BOTH YOU AND YOUR MATE DIE, WE’LL BE LEFT WITHOUT A LEADER!” A man I knew was one of the officials shouted obviously, when Baron went to climb out of the window to save me, from the growl that sounded after the fact, its clear Baron didn’t appreciate this man preventing him from getting to me. “SHE’S MY FUCKING MATE!” Baron protested where sounds of a struggle began to occur behind us, but with the higher I was forced to climb, the quieter their voices became.

"She never knew me. When we were young... before I became a rogue... I saw her once. She was with her family. Smiling. Laughing. She was the light in the darkness. And I fell for her. A girl who didn't even know my name." Krag raised an eyebrow. "You... loved her?" Baron nodded. "More than anything." Another rogue muttered, "But she became Luna of the Moonlit Pack..." "Yes," Baron snapped. "She chose Jake. The noble Alpha. The golden boy. While I was left in the shadows... a rogue. Nothing." He paced the hall now, his boots echoing. "So I waited. I trained. I built my army. And when the time was right-I attacked. I didn't just want to hurt Jake. I wanted to destroy him."

Sturgis Carver, Penny's husband and Barron's third son opened his mouth to speak, but Barron interrupted with a cheerful tone, "Prepare dinner. We can't stay gloomy now that my granddaughter has returned from overseas. Let's get moving, everyone!" Barron's granddaughter? Who was that? All eyes were on the young woman next to Barron, and it seemed they were struggling to grasp what was happening. When one wants to convince someone, extravagance is key. The Krowonians would surely scrutinize everything. Viktor frowned when he received a letter from Barron. "Did he agree to it?" "Yes, sir!" the soldier replied, bowing. Viktor thought to himself that this Mr. Carver Senior seemed unlike the one

His eyes were half open as he looked up at the ceiling. The poor guy was drenched with sweat and numerous scars marred his body and on the exposed corners of his neck were black pulsing veins that wrapped around his body like beautifying vying. However, what they brought was far from beauty but rather an unbearable amount of pain to Zacharie. "Mr. LaCroix?" Eric called out hesitantly. "Please hang in there, Madam Aubert will soon be here." The blood of Mr. LaCroix's fiancée was said to be the only thing that could ease his illness. They were waiting for her but Madam Aubert was especially late today for no reason.

Lucian said pleadingly. "I am willing to humble myself before you publicly to take her back. Just give us back our mate, please," He said, and I heard his voice crack and knew he was crying. "Men that cry are like little boys. Did you get her revenge? You invited a stranger to your home and let him go after he committed an offence at Scarlett's expense. His name isn't Gregory; he is Geoffery, and I have him in a cell for Scarlett's amusement. You do not deserve her, and you know it. It is best you leave and go face Garland. I am sure he is likely to spare your lives if you make him the same offer you just made me.