Baroness Cruella Novels & Stories

"Don't mention it Princess, when Dad told me he was going to bring back a Deveraux, I thought for sure he'd lost what was left of his marbles. I mean the Deveraux's are as pureblood as wolves get, yet here you are! Congratulations Dad, have you marked her yet? The pack are all waiting on the shore for your arrival." Deep inside Alina bristled with anger. Calliope was rabid with rage, actually banging her body against her cage trying to break free and dominate this little pissant and his father, but she held her at bay-barely. There would be time enough to school these wolves on what it meant to dance with a Queen. In the meantime, she forced her lips to curve into a smile, grasping his hand

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

She bowed her head as soon as the crown prince"s face came into view. "Crown prince!" She called out, with her heart racing fast against her chest. Crown prince Enzo watched Althea standing. She was really a willful woman who dared to do anything. Amongst all of the noble female werewolves in the kingdom, he had not seen anyone who was as brave as her! Because it requires a lot of braveness to be able to run from the Baron. "You can’t keep him here, you have to let him go” Althea insisted.

Everyone sat down while the Don still looked at me with those dark eyes he used to threaten me with before. Slowly, I got up and gave him the sweetest smile I could ever give before I shot a person on the head. “ Nice to see you too. Did you like my gift?” His eyes darted around the long table and I am not sure but there’s an evil grin pasted on his lips after he saw that his favorite son was back in the game. “ A headless cat, you mean? No thank you. I just thought my son taught you better than those petty threats, young lady.”

She asked, impatient as she waited for him to elaborate. "Bruce a-and Layla Kingston. They're the leaders of t-the Panthers, The American m-mafia." She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Unfortunately, I don't have a clue of who they are." The woman grabbed another knife from the table and slashed multiple cuts on his chest, red blood oozing down his torso freely. Bella went around him and carved a heart on his bare back. It was her symbol; a signature, you could say. Each of her victims, alive or not, bared the symbol on their skin.

Adelaide let her eyes move over the people that filled the pristine white space as their eyes all turned to look to her. Familiar faces stood out from the crowd next to Theo and she quickly made her way over. The tall female was dressed in traditional wear that stood out from the crowd that had gathered and her hair was auburn and long, reaching to her lower back. Her eyes were blue and wild, full of the wolf that lounged beneath her skin. The wilderness clung to her skin and was a drug to her senses, like a song pulling her back to the true nature of their kind.

Cruella fired back, her expression cold and unwelcoming. “I just have one question...” Zina trailed off as she took closer steps towards Cruella but not too close. She knew better than to do that. “What are you?” She asked. Cruella's gaze shifted to Mrs. Cushion who simply looked away, causing Cruella's countenance to change into a sad one. “She is Cruella D'vile, and she's my best friend!” Cruella turned in shock to see Carly marching down towards her, her gaze filled with nothing but anger.

Seriously, how could a silly girl like me be able to kidnap a cruel mafia boss like him? But ... looking at his smile just now, it seems like he's not as cruel as people say. How can a cruel person smile so sweetly? Oh? Or am I meeting the wrong person? He is indeed Nick the Black Shadow, right? "Listen to me, sweety girl, you'll get high if you drink this, you better order something else," he said softly. Oh, his voice ... that deep, raspy, sexy voice tickled my ears. The charm of a mafia boss is truly extraordinary.

They were the chubbiest angels with big fat gorgeous brown eyes. "Ah my princesses are well. My darling how come your here, does your mum need some sweet treats?" He asks and I shake my head. "Im going to a friends house and I thought I should get them the most finest pastries in London." I said and he laughed. "Ria, two hazel croissants and caramel tarts." "Any drinks?" "Just a caramel latte please." I answer. He orders again and continues to chat with me.

Even the forty-watt version lit up his soul. ‘Are you going to be all right on your own?’ ‘I’ve got to get used to it, Matty. Today seems like a good day to start.’ Fran smoothed her collar, regarded her image in the hall mirror. Black suit, perfectly groomed hair. Apart from the dark shadows beneath her eyes, she looked every inch the businesswoman. Nate would have approved. He had always said that image was everything. The trick was to ignore the