Baroness Goes On Strike Free Novels & Stories

"You've never had to worry about money or scholarships. Ariana was different. She was truly poor. Without that money, she would have died…" Bethany didn't understand and scoffed. "Oh, please. It was barely the price of a pair of socks for me. You seriously…" She meant to say "lashed out at me for her". However, she didn't finish her sentence as Terence slapped her across the face. It was the first time she'd ever been hit in her life. Bethany, in complete disbelief, lashed out at Terence with her long, clawing nails. "How dare you hit me! I'm going to kill you!"

"Mrs. Lawson, please take care of yourself. We are very sorry. Mr. Lawson's yacht was involved in an accident. We've already arranged for professionals to carry out recovery operations, but it's been difficult. There was also a sudden storm, so—" "Stop talking nonsense! I want to see my husband!" she shouted like she had lost her mind, tears pouring down nonstop. Her whole body trembled violently, and she refused to let anyone touch her. Then, Luis showed up. Without a word, he slapped her hard across the face. “You useless wench! You couldn’t secure the contract, and now, the man is gone too!" Nancy's lip split open from the slap. She looked almost deranged as she shouted back, "This is all

But to my surprise, she simply stared at me. It was an empty gaze, something you'd give a toy you could no longer use. I could sense no feelings from her at all. Then she made a sign to the bandit, touching her ear. What was going on? “It's muted, Boss.” The bandit said. I swallowed, “Boss?” My throat was parched and strands of hair stuck to my face. “You think you could trap my husband with a filthy child?” Miranda said, rising to her feet. “I didn't…”

Upon entering the room with a trolley in her hand, the were filled with so many questionable tools and papers, Major Serena just simply waves off the hostile attitude of Baron Govane Selspring, who is being hand cuff firmly on his chair and both of his hand on the table, securing him in place. “Is that so?….THEN WHY AM I HERE THEN???….CAN YOU SEE I AM INJURED?..I NEED HELP!!…BELIEVE ME..I WILL REPORT THIS TO MY KING!!!…HEH!!…I WILL MAKE SURE THAT YOU WILL REGRET ALL OF THIS!!!..”. (Baron Govane Selspring) While struggling being handcuffed and in pain, Baron Govane still spouting threat and anger. But none of it seems to even fazed Major Serena.

“The pay… we couldn’t resist…” “Did you see her face? Tattoos? Accent? Name?" I snapped. “N-no. Just the voice. Smooth. Confident. Like she wasn’t scared of you…She covered up. Didn’t want her face seen. We… we didn’t argue. The money was enough.” I stood silent for a second, nostrils flaring. I turned to Baron. "Strip him." Baron didn’t flinch. The guards stepped back as Baron yanked the prisoner up, blood smearing his hands as he cut away the ruined shirt and pants.

"We're simply ensuring that you focus on your first day of work without distractions. You'll get your phone back at the end of the day." "And if I refuse to hand it over?" "Then the guards will take it from you," Nathan said, appearing beside his father with Jeremy close behind. "And we'll add another charge to the list of ways you've been ungrateful and difficult since coming home." Ravyn weighed her options quickly. She could fight—could probably take down at least one of the guards before they subdued her, could make this into a scene that the neighbors would definitely notice and definitely talk about. But that would just confirm her family's narrative about her being unstable, violent,

'Miss Forger, what do you say? The tone and attitude were provocative to Fiona Forger; she clenched her fists, taking deep breaths to calm herself. Jackson Hale patted her shoulder as if to reassure her; this was a matter for the Forger Corporation; he couldn't interfere, so he could only cheer her up. 'Miss Forger, please give us a reasonable explanation.' 'That's right; the company can't keep sacrificing us!' Seeing that she didn't say anything, the workers on strike began to make noise again.

She pulled me away back to the taxi, and as we left, I turned to see Baron looking at us with the iciest glare ever, he looked like he could rip Celine into pieces, but as usual, Celine did not seem to give a fuck. She held the door open for me and let me in. As she turned to enter the car too, she raised her middle finger to Baron and mouthed, 'fuck you.' As the driver started the car, I heard a loud, angry growl coming from where Baron stood with his men, and I could tell it was Baron's. "He sounds pretty mad," I laughed as the car drove off. "Well then, mission accomplished," she replied with a shrug and laughed too.

The Baron from eons ago does not trust women at all. I try to call out to him, but all I get is a roar. My body is starting to shift, and I fall to my knees, trying to maintain a little power over my own body. But Baron’s anger is more potent than my willpower, and I can feel my bones twisting and folding in on each other.

"Victoria Mary Gard! Get your ass back here!" THE END