Baron Lacroix นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Baron. I hope you didn’t go through too much trouble preparing for me.” Baron laughed, clapping him firmly on the shoulder in a way only old friends could. “Trouble? You wound me. I’ve been waiting to host you again. You should come more often — though, I know your hands are full in your own territory.” Rowland smirked. “Full would be an understatement.” The exchange was warm, familiar. Baron’s wife, Liora, appeared from behind him, her dress a soft blue that matched the clear morning sky. She moved with the grace of someone who had long learned how to balance formality with warmth.

“Let me make something perfectly clear. You have no Buisness helping my pack members run their errands. This little chauffeur act ends now. Your ‘help’ is not wanted, not needed, and not appreciated. This is the last time.” Baron looked at me with cold amusement, as he leaned in and whispered venomously that’s only meant for my ears. “Is that so? I can see that have sent their favorite lap dog out to bark at the new threat. It is a cute look on you.” His smile was firmly still in place, but all the warmth have been drained from it completely, leaving only ice and cold. “But here is a message for your masters. The fact that I smile does not mean I am to be tampered with. I am a patient man, L

He approached her with a tray of wine glasses in hand, offering her one. “Madame, good evening. Jalon Barr is my name. “Shall I pique your attention with a drink to start the evening?” With the tray tilted towards her, he inquired. She couldn't say no to a glass of fine wine; she was a connoisseur of the finer things in life. It appeared to be her sole flaw. She said, “Thank you, young man,” as she reached for a drink. She took a sip and a notion occurred to her. Before he went into the swarm of bodies dressed in expensive three-piece suits and scented with excessive perfumes, she yelled out to the young man.

Little did he know, Charlotte's plans went far beyond a simple business partnership. Tyler gazed up at the historic facade, his eyes tracing the intricate details. "Is this the famous Bar de L'Entracte, the one you've been raving about?" he asked, his curiosity piqued. Roselyn's smile radiated excitement, illuminating her entire face. "Yes, this is Paris' very first bar, steeped in history and intrigue. Did you know it originated in 1614 as La Pissote, a humble watering hole for King Louis XIII's coach drivers?"

they immediately think of Gislain, but they were unaware that there was another, more terrifying genius waiting for a big unveiling. And he never actually demonstrated a genuine interest in authority. Since Duchess Isla promoted him to Baron a few months prior, there hasn't been any news regarding him. The sole information that was reported from Ice Demon City concerned the other Baron who resided there. Two barons dominating the same city seemed a bit weird, but Kraus could see exactly what Riel was thinking by assuming his point of view. He was presumably not interested in governing the city and merely accepted the position to live a comfortable life.

“Oh, do lift your chin. We’re not at a palace.” Then, turning around with sudden excitement, she beckoned toward a valet struggling to carry three small boxes of sweets, two bottles of wine, and a tray covered in linen. “I’ve brought delights from the Capital. Cherry-pastries, smoked pork, bacon from the Eastern provinces, and a type of cheese Baron always hated as a child but always finishes anyway.” Baron raised a brow. “I finish it because you used to complain until I did.”

Throughout the car ride, Lily kept her eyes focused on the road. She didn't want Tony to see how red her cheeks were. 'I should have applied some foundation like Rachael suggested.' She thought and almost hissed out loud. "Alright, Lily. This is our first stop." Tony announced as he pulled up in front of a boutique. Not just any Boutique, It was one of the most prominent boutiques in Paris, Dumont Couture, owned by a famous French man, Leon Dumont,

"Maya must have met several people to support her cause." "Did you finish your dinner?" asked Jacob, still with his eyes fixed on Celine. "Um... I think so." Celine also took her share of the wine glass. Asking the waiter, who was never far from the dining table, to pour it back to fill it up. After saying thank you, she took another sip of the sweet and tart flavors that clashed on the surface of the tongue. "This is... delicious." "Henri Jayer Cros Parantoux. I think it can be categorized as the best wine."

"And I'm sorry about your parents, Many of our friends died that night." "So, Jaques? as in Jacques St. Clair?" Lyra asked. "Well, Dr. Brooks could never tell me his real name because of confidentiality reasons, only that he was the oldest Vampire in this part of the world.. my adopted mom did some research and found out that his real name was Count St, Germain also known as the Count of St Germain-en-Lye, France. She also thinks that 'Mon Cherie Clair" was the way he spoke affectionately to Marie, that she made his future bright and clear."

Kael followed suit, surrendering his gun to the second attendant before joining me at the table. A maid appeared quickly, To pour the 1945 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti Grand Cru, Côte de Nuits, into two glasses. Lifting my glass, I swirled the wine slowly, then I took a long sip, savoring the taste before setting it down. My gaze drifted to the field before us. Finally, I turned to him, breaking the silence. “Do you know why I’m the richest Lycan King to have ever lived?” I asked, smiling widely.