Baron Lacroix Novels & Stories

Maxie gasped in disbelief, “Do you know who Baron is?! He is—” “A respected warrior’s son, right? And so what? His father won all those glories, not him. We can’t let him keep corrupting your army. Even your Alpha is with me on this. We have your back!” Maxie was still shaking her head, “Baron is too respected among the soldiers. You can’t kick him out of power. You will cause a riot.” “And that is why we need to show those soldiers that Baron doesn’t deserve their respect.” Aurora took in a deep breath and got to the gist, “Alpha Damien told me that there was an account book, documenting all the details of Baron’s shady deals. If you happen to know where that account book is—”

Dinala kasi sila ng eskinita na iyon sa likod ng restaurant, kung saan naabutan nila si Baron na nasa likod at nagtatapon ng mga itim na trash bags sa isang malaking recycle bin na gawa sa bakal. Nasa 6'0 o higit pa ang height ni Baron. Kitang-kita ang tikas at lakas ng katawan nito kahit nakatayo lamang ang binata. Nakakatakot tingnan ang mga muscles nito, lalo na ang mga braso na lalong nabibigyang-pansin dahil may kasikipan ang puting uniporme na suot niya. Pero kahit pa maskulado ito ay hindi intimidating ang itsura ng mukha nito. Lucas was a little taken aback because of the man's mild facial features. Chinito ito at may pagkamoreno, at parang hindi makabasag-pinggan kapag gumagalaw. Ku

It’s like an itch on her backside to see what this Baron looks like. “Uh, where did that B-Baron go?” “Nobody knew. I think Claudio knew, but they’re both playing hard to get.” “Maybe I’ve seen him and could get a reward. What does he look like?” She pretends to smile and faked her words. “Oh, Claudio will never give any reward, dear. Well, Baron is handsome. He’s fair-skinned and… handsome, but I heard he’s back with his grandfather now. Looks like they’ve settled their differences over the inheritance.”

"Going where? Who's going?" Lucas's smile grew almost across his face, splitting it in two, eyes dancing merrily in the light. "The two of you finally are invited to see my home. Serenius here," he paused to gesture to the man beside him, who bowed grandly, "and I are escorting you there. And yes, I know young Declan well. Since he was little more than a few days old, actually. I am Lucas Avantgarde, Royal Captain of the French Lyon Branch Mafia." He swept her a bow as well before standing upright again, watching the two of them with complete delight. "Amara-I-" Declan started.

I am about to suggest to Ismail that maybe we should leave, when a guy who looks like he just rushed out of bed walks up to our table. “I am so sorry for being late Mr Uthman, I had an unexpected issue I had to deal with,” he says with a thick French accent while adjusting his tie. He is tall, over 6 feet, has black hair, a lean build and doesn’t look older than 26 or 27. “It’s fine, Mr. Baron,” Ismail answers. “And who might this lovely lady be?” Mr Baron asks, checking me out from head to toe with lust in his eyes.

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.

"Look at me I do as he said and stare into those beautiful brown eyes of his. "I only have eyes for you love" I hum in response and Lynn comes back with our drinks, but of course, I only order lemonade juice. "Found anyone, Lynn?" I raisymy eyebrows at her and Alessandro roll his eyes. "The guy leaning up against the bar is hot as fuck" I glance over to the bar nonchalantly and see a tall man taking a sip of his drink. "You should go talk to him, maybe flirt a little." I wink at her, and she adjusts her top, making her breasts pop out more.

The swords, gleaming like twin crescents of cold steel, held fast, their blades gleaming with an unspoken promise of retribution. The Lunari, standing resolute amidst the turmoil, met his fiery gaze with a calm that seemed to radiate from the very core of her being. Her response was measured, each word carrying the weight of history and legacy. "You are correct in stating that I do not bear the title of Baron," she began, her voice carrying a hint of sorrow. "But the ties that bind us are deeper than mere titles. This house, these possessions, they were all touched by my dear child, and by extension, they are a part of me."

When he did, his brown eyes went wide. “Lucien!” The brandy-filled glass sagged in Mario’s hand. Lucien’s gaze flicked rapidly to the singular bottle sitting on the counter—Cognac Dudognon Héritage, an item from the private stock in his office. Lucien tossed the polo mallet he’d been carrying on the mahogany bar, the sound of it ringing in the air like a remonstrance.

He looked prim and proper, but it was his lips - his now curving lips once he saw the crowd, is a clear indicator that he is nothing short of being wicked. The thing that caught my attention the most were his eyelashes - they were extremely thick that even with my vision, I couldn't tell the color of his eyes. He was wearing a suit, much like Elli, the only difference is this was made with emerald velvet and had an embroidered seal of the royal palace, above where his heart is. I recall his name. It's Silas Lacroix. He finally reaches us and he starts raising his head towards the few consorts before me. He eyes each one of them, not once did his eyes linger longer than it should be. No one h