Baron La Croix Novels & Stories

Harison stood with a meaningful grin, observing their interaction. “How are you, Mr. Harison?” Baron began, his voice dripping with insincerity. “I hope you’re not suffering too much in this condition.” Harison frowned, his eyes narrowing at the sarcastic tone in Baron’s words. Slowly, he shook his head, signaling his disapproval. Baron continued, “By the way, what about our previous plan? The agreement to arrange Nadine’s marriage to Darren. Isn’t that a promise we need to fulfill? I’m sure it’ll bring great benefits to all of us.”

They traded their bountiful harvest for other products, and eventually, it caught the attention of the nobles ruling a nearby territory. “Our forest was originally an unclaimed territory. Humans did not dare approach it carelessly because the magical monsters and fairies were dangerous to them. It was my foolishness that led many of my children to suffer and caused the town to become miserable under the new lord. Baron Claude is the second son of the previous Baron. He is a petty man with huge ambitions and will employ any means to get what he wants. Many villagers who tried to escape the town were cruelly caught and executed. My children cried for the loss of life and tried to interfere. Ho

“You’re not leaving anywhere.” Then I saw his men gathered, with weapons—guns and knives and machetes were pulled. Saint cracked his neck lazily; James swallowed hard, but he stood firm. Zic stepped slightly ahead of me with his cold, battle gaze. I reached into my coat calmly for the crest, placing it gently on the table. “Touch us,” I said quietly, “and this crest becomes your death sentence.” Baron Kress stared at it for a while then he recognized it immediately and went pale.

In front of me were the Bravado Billonaires all cladded in expensive suit designs, with other unknown guest. Royan smirked as he saw me, kylian licked his lips. As my eyes met Ethan, I could not help but remember the way I clinged to his arms. My cheeks burned as I looked away. "We'll need cupcakes and drinks for the guest" Maxton called out. "Be quick" Royan added, he looked so professional in a three piece suit The Bravado's were something else, I could see exactly why they were tagged as the most dangerous Billonaires.

“Try not to be late all the time. We work with time here.” I rolled my eyes. “Good morning to you, too.” And finally, at the altar…. “Do you take Roman Evercrest—” “I do.” The priest smiled gently and went on. “Do you, Roman Evercrest, take Celeste Hawthorne….” “Yes, I do.” He answered immediately. Almost as if he was so sure about what was happening. I felt…guilty. I called him. Why was I so unsure? Roman leaned slightly closer. “Smile,” he murmured.

“Of course we are not going to kill you. You are important to us.” “Then please untie me!” She begs. The cloaked figure closest to her raises a hand. He has been the one who has been doing all the talking. Isabelle is already thinking of him as the leader of the group. “Not yet, Isabelle. There is something we must do first.”

His family needed money because they are being threatened and that his father’s illness had gotten worse so he went to search for the cave and found the spirit in front of it. Lyra did a spin and then an arabesque as if telling Dex to go as he isn’t allowed to enter the cave. It could be seen that she must stay firm even though she wanted him to get what he needs. Dex did tombé pas de bourrée, a pique, and then a grand jeté as if telling Lyra that he is in dire need of money. His family suffering but Lyra was stern.

He had just proved that he saw her as a prostitute, Champagne wondered if he was just naturally stupid. She had returned his money to prove her point, and he went a head to ask her to sell herself to him. Champagne walked over to his desk and placed the money on it. "Sorry but am not for sale " She whispered bitterly. Champagne wagged her finger at his face and this caught Nikolai by surprise "I don't know how you know so much about me but let me make this clear. Money means nothing to me so please stick as much as you want up your ass "

Baron’s voice cracked as he pressed harder against the wound. “Don’t leave,” he whispered. Landon’s breathing hitched. Once. Twice. Shallow. Fading. The candles flickered violently again, wax dripping onto the old stone like tears. Lucien’s smile remained. Celeste’s expression was unreadable. Malrick stood tall, drunk on his own perceived victory. And Baron… Baron knelt in blood. Holding onto a father who had already let him go once. And now, was slipping away again. I took one step forward. The chapel seemed to hold its breath with me.

He seems in the good mood than the last time they met, "My, my. You are gets prettier now, my dear niece." Cecilia crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, knowing that his uncle was talking in a sarcastic tone. Then he asked Baron with a warm smile, "So, do you have any room here?" "Yes, Sir! Of course, we have. Please let me introduce myself. My name is Baron Howard Ambrose. It is a pleasure to meet you, Sir Lancia." Grant wrinkled his nose. "Ah, no, no. Just call me Grant." Baron nodded, "Then I will show you the room, Sir Grant."