Baron Lacroix 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.

Cage replied, slightly kicking the duffel bag Baron sniffed the crisp notes as he flipped them back and forth against his nose bridge and nostrils. "There's something the smell of dollar notes does to me" Baron muttered slowly against the notes which were now slightly pressed against his lips "Boss, I know right. Money's just everything" "It'll get you penthouses with luxurious swimming pools, designers and of course, sleek rides" "We live for the money, boss. But it seems like you're forgetting something" Cage said, a sly grin playing at the corner of his lips "And what's that?" Baron caressed his beards "Good punani"

His smile is still in place, but his tone has taken a predatory intensity. “My sincerest apologies. I’ll have my assistant send you a bottle of your favourite wine.” His eyes brighten at that. One thing about Lachlan, he loves his wine. “Good. I have a personal favourite.” “Do tell.” I lay out the documents for the meeting in front of me, all my attention attuned to his next words. “Opulentia Noir.” I freeze. Lachlan’s eyes darken slightly. “I wish I could have them both — the wine and the owner of the company. But I’ll settle for the wine.”

Baron looked at Lucas with a surprised expression. "You are not refusing his claim? So that means, are you accepting that you are in love with the princess?" Baron asked with a mischievous twinkle in his black orbs. Lucas rubbed at his temples feeling annoyed. "You are a minister for crying out loud. I never thought you would be interested in other people's love life" Lucas muttered. Baron chuckled.

/ I ask Baron, and he nods. /“It’s a scent and aura similar to mine and probably older than I am,”/ he replies, frowning, and a shiver shoots up his spine as his fur bristles. Baron is one of the oldest Lycan beasts out there, even older than the beast my father had. He’s seen and experienced things that no other beast has before and is only a few millennia younger than Kai’s beast, Loki. “We’ll deal with this in the morning,” I sigh and head toward the bathroom.

Antoine rehearses a speech about sustainable logistics. I do what I do better than anyone here: I prepare the ground. Through discreet contacts, I learn that Marcus Valois indeed left Paris somewhat hastily a few months ago. That his name is associated with rumors of family strife, contested inheritance. That he has a fondness for Barbizon school paintings and Loire wines. That he is meticulous, demanding, and detests gross flattery. The invitation, calligraphed on the thickest card my print shop can still produce, is a small masterpiece of ambiguity. “The heirs of the valley’s historic businesses” have the honor of welcoming Mr. Marcus Valois. Nothing too servile. A touch of faded nobility.

Gaston purred, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp of pure suspicion. "C'est un honneur de rencontrer un autre fils de Lyon. Dites-moi, mon ami, comment va le vieux pont de la Guillotière ces jours-ci? Est-ce que la petite boulangerie au coin de la rue de la Barre vend toujours ces merveilleuses brioches aux pralines?” (“It is an honor to meet another son of Lyon. Tell me, my friend, how is the old Guillotière Bridge these days? Does the little bakery on the corner of Rue de la Barre still sell those wonderful praline brioches?”)

“But since I will be first to acquire your... services, I will let this go for now. They said the Baron had you a virgin fist, so it means you are still quite fresh and tight.” She gulped, trying so hard to hide how scared she was starting to get. She was hiding from him a rock in her hand, planning to hit him with it if he got near enough. “Services means not cooking for you or serving your meals, you mean?” He crowed. “Unwrapping your thighs so wide open that I can partake of your sumptuous cunt, it means. The Baron will be occupied with my cousin, Lady Veronique, as soon as the arrangement for their marriage is announced tonight in the Duke’s great hall. They are readying the bed as we sp

But the problem is that everyone is now at fifth level and the gap cannot be closed. Another thing is that Baron Lorient only has one piece of magic equipment, but Baron Stewart is wealthy, so he has three pieces of magic equipment, which is even more incomparable. As a result, Baron Lorient not only made his son Olivier apologise to Christine in public, but also made him pay a sum of money, which humiliated him greatly.

“You also can not deny how confident I am.” He added, still on about his Moon Goddess given endowments which were true but I would rather have my tongue pulled out of my mouth than let him know. Baron was the typical arrogant guy you could not help but still admire, not just because he was good-looking and had a charming, bad boy smile. But for the single fact that he was loyal to the end.