Baron Novels & Stories

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

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.”

CASSANDRA POV Logan was sexy as fuck, he had a sharp jawline with light brown hair and wearing an all-black suit. He wasn't as tall and muscular as Alessandro, but he was still taller than me, and I was in heels, striding to the bar where Logan was sitting, swirling his drink around in his glass. I sat down on the stool next to him and faced the bartender, ordering myself a drink, not taking any notice of him staring at me.

But Moana wasn't done yet," I don't think you can ever find any suitable mate like him around here. He is young, a power to reckon with, verile, well matched to you in estate and not too ugly." I nodded in agreement. "He is not ugly- he even looks handsome when he doesn't have that damn frown on his face," I said, and then glowered when I realized I just said something in Baron's favor. Even though it's an undeniable fact that Baron was a handsome man, I'm supposed to see him as a beast because I hate him, right? "I still think he may be falling in love with you even without him realizing this, or probably fighting it."

His father’s voice filled with a weird sense of pleasure that even though his son said he couldn’t answer the phone, he still did. “As I stated father, I am busy so whatever matter you need to discus, make it quick.” Baron responded in a deep growl tone not appreciating the disrespect his father was showing him, he may have once been the King where it was somewhat acceptable for him to speak to others in that way but Baron was King now, and he wanted to kill any person who even looked at him the wrong way.

He speaks English, the Greek god speak English. “I'm really sorry, but I was not checking you out in anyway” I quickly composed myself and internally hit my head on an invisible wall so I’ll die to avoid this embarrassment. “It's written all over your face” I just embarrassed myself. “Im Michael and you are?” He stretched his hand out for a handshake and I quickly took it “I'm Vanessa” I replied “I know you're Vanessa Decruz, fiancee of the great one and only Arab prince, Richard Amaan”

This baron was very wicked. Looking at the sight of the destruction and waste, I shook my head with pity. "The Baron is the real monster," I said, and Mason was silent. "and they hate Marcus? If I were him, I would have let the Baron destroy all their territories and keep only mine safe and clean," I said, and I felt Mason become uncomfortable. I couldn't lie. After seeing what I had just seen, the truth was, Marcus had a point. However evil he may seem, he wasn't laying waste to lands and lives. He was only trying to keep order the only way he knew how.

One of Brittany’s friend reasoned out. “But I’m not my mother.” Catherine shot back and Brittany and her friends started persuading Catherine to dance with them or have a demonstration at their ballet class. But as Catherine was about to reject, Chester appeared out of nowhere. “Hey guys.” Chester said with a cunning smile. “Uhm for correction; We’re not guys, we’re girls.” Brittany shot back and Chester’s brows were almost knit together as if he was confused. “Sorry, I thought you and your friends were guys.” Catherine and Lyra don’t get on where Chester got that statement from as Brittany and her friends doesn’t look like guys, especially, that their figure is in an almost perfect shape.

He was sitting on my favorite couch in a black jean and black shirt—the only color I had ever seen him wear—, legs crossed, cigarette in one hand, and the other hand flexing a gun carefully. Baron was a tall and big man. He was not fat per se, but all those large muscles and heavy-looking chest made him look bigger than most guys—Lucas excluded. He had chestnut brown curly hair, and otherwise his mean and murderous personality, he was a very handsome man with black eyes and a very pointed nose.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’