Baroness Cruella Novels & Stories

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.

What the hell was going on? Finally opening my eyes, the most unexpected sight flashed before my eyes. It was cruella sitting right in front of me with a sinister smile on her face that sort of reminded me of Harley Quinn. She had such a sadistic look on her face. What in the world had I gotten myself into? "Cruella?" I asked, my face unable to hide my surprise. Despite the lack of trust I had towards her, I really didn't expect this. Not from someone who I expected to be nothing more than a slut.

Selena said but Cruella only scoffed. She reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "I think it's enough of the camouflage. It's high time you let go of those stupid facades of hiding your devilish act by pretending to be an angel,” Cruella muttered in a brusque tone, lightening the cigarette. Selena clenched her fist, wishing she could snap at her. “Won't you sit?" Cruella asked and Selena raised her head. “No, I will be leaving soon."

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

Bellamy grumbled as Arleta forced her into the closet. “ Because you're the princess of Crusta. You need a dress and you need to attend every ball. Especially this one, you'll be lighting your first candle. " “ But it's not my birthday. " “ No it's not. But it's the tradition of Crusta that once a member of the royal family reaches twenty......" “ He or she must light their first candle for the whole kingdom to see. " “ And that candle never goes off until they're dead. "