Baron Lacroix Novels & Stories

He whispered, answering my silent question once we are alone by the locker. “You will meet him tonight, as well as master Justine. You should know that Grayson, Baron, Asher and Justine have been best friends since they were children. Baron is an international chef, and he owns several restaurants in the country. Asher is an osteopathic, but the kind that only does rich patients and he is quite famous in his domains. And he is here tonight, don't stare at him.” “Why would I? Does he look too good?” I asked, grinning at 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

Brock barks out, and I jump a little bit, startled. A few moments later, two guys appear from a corridor between the kitchen and dining room that I hadn’t noticed before- and seriously, are all of the guys here just drop dead gorgeous? One of them is definitely related to Brock; he’s got the same olive skin tone, emerald eyes, and harsh jawline. There are some distinct differences, though. Brock’s taller and more built, his wavy brown hair is longer, and the most notable difference is the devious smile that this other guy is sporting- I haven’t seen Brock smile yet, but with his prickly demeanor, I’m guessing it isn’t a regular occurrence.

Baron answered Aria's question. "You said his father was a disgrace to the Wolfe family. Can I ask why?" Aria had a feeling this was the main point Baron wanted to get to. Baron nodded and began to speak slowly. "The boss's father was the youngest son of the Wolfe family. He was spoiled from a young age and grew up to be a typical rich playboy, all looks and no substance. He only cared about partying and living the high life." Baron's expression became complicated as he said this.

“Come on, make yourself comfortable.” We have a grand launch, Baron is away. He left for work early, since the company’s new project had just started. Such an intentional man. “You wanted to tell me something.” She slips in and munches on her lobster. “It can wait a little longer, sissy.” I shift my focus back to the little boy. Prescott is being picky with his food. No onions, just as Baron. He separates it and swipes his fork on the serviette. I pause to watch the little boy with keen interest.

Shit, I stared daggers at Maria as Baron stepped inside the door, looking his usual smooth put together self but with a worried frown on his face. Baron had the golden looks of a model and the body to go with it, he also had money and a self-assured confidence which made him seem like someone too perfect to be true. His blonde casual looking but actually styled hair always looked like they’d been done by a hairdresser and his clothes were always designer casual. Someone would wonder at what an odd group of friends we were, me, Maria and Baron, all so different and so close. People who saw Baron might only see his wealth and wonder what he was doing with a nobody like me until they saw his in

Today we were here for them to meet, so he could add to the information I'd already given him, and also to get her something until her Angel scent was made. "Jean Paul, this is my Angel. I told you what I wanted already, and I just wanted you to see the beauty you were making it for, give it that extra touch." "Of course, of course, Mr. Lyon, Ms." He studied her from head to toe as if measuring her for a suit, and taking notes on lord knows what, but all I know is that he's really good at this shit. We left with a couple different scents that I'd chosen for her, and our next stop was the Jeweler's.

"Whatever you are doing with her, you better be quick because we leave in thirty minutes" "It's already late, can't we just leave it for tomorrow?" Baron whined, almost stomping his feet like a five years old "I'll really like to have some rest" his eyes lilted up with amusement when he remembered something else "Lucas has quite the talent when it comes to naming liquor. I mean, I literally fell off the seat in laughter when I saw the name of his liquor in the news" Honestly, I don't know what that human's problem is "He keeps pushing himself closer to his grave. Sending his father to another planet wasn't difficult for me, I wouldn't mind doing the same to him if he pushes me to the wall"

“I don't have time for stupid questions, Mathieu, I'm in no mood for it. Get straight to the fucking point.” “Fine. Let me tell you how he rose from the ashes after you crushed him." He pulled out a photograph and slid it across the table. In it was an older man. He was distinguished with silver hair and a face I absolutely recognised. Henri Delacroix. The same board member who somehow doesn't like me but has shares in my company. "Victor Morel didn't rebuild his empire on talent or hard work," Mathieu said. "He rebuilt it on his back."

“Oh, poor wife, she doesn't know what her husband's doing!” Leon said while they were very focused on watching the drama series on television. “Don't worry, Leon. Because she will discover it soon. You know that there's no secret that can't be revealed.” Baron said. He's a utility staff at the restaurant, and he simply glanced at Patrice, who was also staring at him also. “Why do you look at me like that?” highbrow the maiden said to him. But he just ignored her and just continued mopping the floor.