Baron Novels & Stories

Baron had slipped a hand underneath my t-shirt, caressing my stomach and it was getting hard to focus on what Logan was telling me. “Don't worry about it, I will take care of th…that.” “Oh my goodness, am I disturbing? Is he with you now?” He squeals with a chuckle and Baron takes the phone from my hand. “Hi, Logan,” he said, barely pressing the device to his ear which allows me to hear what my best friend was saying. “Good evening, master Baron. I am so sorry if I disturbed you.” He said anxiously. “You didn't, Logan, don't worry. However, I need your friend now to teach him how to cook if you do

he announced, his voice devoid of emotion. Baron’s gaze never wavered, his eyes fixed on Marco with an unblinking stare. "Did you get the information about the lamb?" he asked, his voice low and menacing. Marco nodded, his movements stiff and mechanical. yes, my lord…She's called Aurelia Montez." The baron's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as if the mere mention of her name was a personal affront. "Aurelia," he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. "Tell me more."

Owen snapped, “Haven’t you caused the Gamma enough trouble in one day?” Baron crackled, “It is OK, Owen. She is a greedy bitch. I am quite used to that already.” He dusted his pants with one hand and put his left foot on Maxie’s knee. “See that little dirt on my shoe?” Baron grinned malevolently, “If you can clean the dirt using your tongue, I might consider your request.”

"Thank you for having me back, boss." I nodded. "You're welcome." Truth be told, it was good to have Baron back. Maybe he’d shake Ryan up a little. Ryan saw him as a challenge, and that was exactly what he needed. He was growing too... predictable. Baron was my third-in-command, the complete opposite of Ryan. Where Ryan was cold and disciplined, Baron was dangerous in a different way—rational, brutal, but somehow, annoyingly charismatic. He made friends easily, never raised suspicion, and had a charm that worked on both children and women alike. A deadly combination.

“After that, we will celebrate.” I pick up the pen, flipping through the sheets at a slow pace. From behind, I see a familiar tall figure snatched in a clean suit, he saunters in like a god, each stride is powerful as if he owns the very soil. His aura is commanding, dominant, and heck, he knows he’s a god. Baron. ‘Shit.’

He couldn't join her today because he couldn't risk leaving the unknown guest alone. Just as he was about turning to go back inside, he saw Lily. She had something in her mouth. A small backpack. She dropped it at his feet before walking inside. He picked it up and walked inside. After giving Lily a snack for her services, he opened the bag carefully. An empty water bottle, some empty wraps for granola bars and two unopened bars were the contents of the bag. He turned the bag over, shaking the bag vigorously. Nothing else was in the bag but amongst the wraps of granola bars, he noticed a small name tag depicting one name ... Kamara.

tall figure, all four of them hold those two injured men’s from their both hands, it was dark outside but there were many street light which were giving me clear view of that tall figure who stood above them, he was around 6’feet tall, with broad and muscular shoulder, I can clearly tell that by looking at muscles that were popping out of his short sleeve black cotton fitted shirt, his caramel tanned skin was complimenting his shirt color, he had shoulder length dark brownish black hairs which were loosely gelled, from side I could see he had a very sharp jaw line with thick beard and moustache, he was wearing deep blue colored denim and a Mojdi beneath that (Traditional Indian foot wear) j

"are you a lover of the Taurus collection?" "I must sat I'm a bit short on my collections which only boasts of your Taurus AT4500," "Then i guess it needs to be updated. You are?" Mr knight smiled. "Marcellus Claflin." He replied before stretching his hands for an handshake which Knight took eagerly. "Valentino had said honorable things about you. The woman?" "My woman." Knight nodded safely. In the next fiveteen minutes they'd engaged in an heated conversation, both laughing away while Lyra took her fifth glass of cocktail.

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

He put his arm around my body, pulling me against him, setting off calm and sparks throughout my body. The waiter brought out bread for us. Then a different waiter came out with a charcuterie board. He placed it in front of us and said, “Compliments of the chef. Here we have some parmesan flown in from Italy this morning, aged twenty-four months, our most popular imported salami, prosciutto di San Daniele, and our house-made mozzarella.” He pointed out each item as he spoke. After our main course was served, a tall man dressed in a suit came over to our table. As soon as I inhaled his scent, I instantly recognized that he was a werewolf from our neighboring pack that owned the pharmaceutical