Baron Novels & Stories

He did so. Dami didn't only see himself as a boss he saw himself as a king.His love for white color made his house inner painting white colour. He also had a picture of a flying dragon with fire in it's mouth hung on the wall in the sitting room,the same exact tattoo he had on his chest. Dami was sure he heard a female's voice underneath the loudness of the music,he was so sure cause this wasn't some movie where he'd be hallucinating or daydreaming such a thing.

"I'm Baron Tien. It's nice to meet you." She unconsciously held Baron’s hand while still staring at him. He lifted her hand near his lips and gently kissed it. Why is he looking so perfect? He looks like a prince, he has the same charms as what she used to see from Ryota, but one thing’s different and that he also acts like a prince. “Mr. Tien is one of the stockholders of MBS Asia Inc. He is an acting mentor and a model from Singapore,” Hero introduced Baron to Aurelie.

Her father laughed which took her by surprise “This isn’t funny father” “Knowing the Baron and how ruthless he is, he is ready to take anyone down who goes against him and that includes any member of his family. They might not like who he has chosen but no one will dare to express their dislike openly because they are afraid of what he will do to them. The Baron isn’t just the second in command in Westland my dear, he is the one in command. Although he might be bowing down to the king, but we all know that he is incharge because he is the head of state while the king is just a ceremonial head. That young man who is just 26 years

“If it were the food, why bother sending fresh produce? It would be a waste of food and money. And good wine” “The family had taken to keeping to themselves of late, had anyone heard from them recently?” Magnus swiftly ended Sebastien’s commandeering of the conversation. There were murmurs amongst the assembled heads, but no one seemed to have heard from the Dumonceaus. My gaze drifted over to Sebastien, Gods, he was an arrogant, insufferable prick. Born to one of my ladies in waiting, he was almost literally born with a golden spoon in his mouth. Silver would have burned. I smirked, as I let my eyes roam his handsome face. Roman nose, chiselled jaw, cheek bones sharp enough to cut a bitch,

“Oh you're chained, darling. Your suits don't stop you from being chained.” “Show yourself,” Olive spat. “There's no need to rush that, darling. You'll see a lot of me. All of me.” Something in the way he said that made Olive want to throw up. “Who are you?” she asked. “A long-time friend. You should remember me.” Olive frowned. She had a good guess who she was talking to. “Some call me Prince Valerik Kaelin Lysander. But I answer to a better name. I am The Baron.”

THREE YEARS from now, in the original plot, a small shop became the Empire’s most successful business would ever see. The shop owner invented the very first camera named KONON, and many nobles and aristocrats loved the newly developed device. The emperor gave the shop owner the title of Baron, and he became a leading role for the aristocratic faction. However, the Baron died together with all the aristocratic faction’s loyalists when the second prince died in Season 2. Even with the newly gained status and wealth, the Baron fell into Marquess Zoliel’s trap and was beheaded for treason.

Arkyn’s grip on my wrist eases up, but he doesn’t move out from between his father and me. “Pappa?” he asks and takes a tentative step forward. His father nods, gripping onto the desk for purchase before pulling himself to his feet. “I apologize; Baron has an adverse reaction to anything belonging to that Xamnir cunt,” he says, hobbling over to his chair again and breathing out a long sigh.

Cassius looked back at the man. “Why do people use your middle name?” I asked, wondering. “Because I don’t like Spraggins. It’s notorious across the country.” “It’s because of your notorious brother.” He laughed and said nothing, leading me to the man. “It’s my pleasure to have you here,” a middle-aged man said politely while shaking Cassius’ hand. “It’s very nice to meet you too, Mr. Brown.” “Who’s that beautiful lady?” Man asked. Cassius’s body tensed next to me. “My date. Miss Dolton.”

“Don’t threaten me.” “Don’t threaten you?” Baron snarls. “Listen here, you little fuckstick. You may be some hotshot hockey jock at your school, and your folks might have a little cash. What your dad do again? He’s a dentist, right? Well, let me explain something to you, okay? I could buy your whole fucking street, your school, and your father a hundred times over. I am someone you do not want to fuck with, and unless you want to feel the fucking hammer come down on you and your whole fucking family, you will stay away from this girl. Do you understand?”

"Oh, easy peasy! I'll handle this! Anything else my mentor asked?" "He simply said he needed the gift to be 'lavish enough.' That's all." "Lavish? Ha! You've come to the right person! No one knows 'lavish' like I do!" Baron ended the call and leaped to his feet with gusto. "He's gonna be richer than any of us in the future once he inherits his birthright, and then what do I have left to do to impress him and get on his good side? No time like today, Baron! Time to show them what real pomp means!"