Baroness Goes On Strike Novels & Stories

Now I understood why Baron wanted us to come here. It was the best decision. This was the best place. It had all started here, and it would end here. Whoever that person was, I would not forgive them. Melissa was my maid, my personal maid and our relationship might have been distant, it did not give the person that right to do this to my maid. “How did this happen, Baron?” Trenton asked. Baron could not talk, the anger in his face, the angry set of his jaw was enough to let me know he was ready to pummel whoever that might have done this to Melissa.

Baron threatened, rising to his feet. A smirk pulled upon my lips as I accessed him seductively. “Don't act dumb, Baron. You know what I am talking about. I am your son's mother and as such, one of the most beautiful and gracefully endowed women. I want you, Baron. Right here in the office because at home is not an option and neither is lodging a hotel because of the press.” “You want me to have sex with you? My wife's sister?.”

Baron continued, “By the way, what about our previous plan? The agreement to arrange Nadine’s marriage to Darren. Isn’t that a promise we need to fulfill? I’m sure it’ll bring great benefits to all of us.” Harison’s face tensed. Summoning all his strength, he uttered strained sounds, “Ah uh ah uh,” expressing his anger despite his inability to speak. Baron merely smirked, relishing the moment. “What do you think, my dear?” Baron glanced at Mrs. Harison, who responded with a sly smile. “Your husband is stubborn. I must admit, he was clever to bring Darren back and nearly ruin my plans.” Harison’s chest tightened with rage. He wanted to speak, but his words were trapped in his throat. His face

"Hazel..." "I'm not Hazel!" I shooked my head. "I won't let you leave me, never!" The man wrapped his iron arms around me, and I couldn't resist his strength. "Baby, let's go home, hmm?" "Get away! I'm not your baby!" I roared at him. It's no use screaming for help at this point. No matter what happens in this p**n bar, screaming is considered normal. I continued to resist, but the man laughed even more triumphantly. Is there somebody help me stop this maniac?

“Anthony couldn’t even be bothered to answer your call.” Then, with exaggerated triumph, she pulled out her phone and dialed the same number. The call was answered almost instantly. “Honey! Come save me! Someone hit me at Leo’s school!” Anthony’s furious voice exploded from the speaker. “Who dared touch my woman? “Baby, don’t panic. I’m on my way right now!” She hung up and strutted toward me, arrogance written all over her face. “Sign the divorce papers later, take your pitiful alimony, and get lost.”

And with all those burdens in her heart, she missed Dalton too even if she wouldn't accept it. The fear that she might never see him again also clung to her heart, and caused an ache that refused to go even if she tried to wade the thoughts away. It brought near tears to her face too because it was too sad for her to handle the turmoil her life was going through. She just had to be strong. Back at the Millers mansion were extravagant and opulent preparations for the anniversary which was being supervised by Eleanor Miller, who was now officially working with Hamilton to get evidence against Ariana.

So anything I want to see is never new to me. He looked down as he bent low. Poking his bald head into the ground like a sheep going into a slaughterhouse to kiss the land of the living goodbye. "There is a very big issue my lord, a big issue among the Transport workers. They are threatening to go on strike because they are underpaid.” My glittering eyes instantly lurked on my mother as Cedric spit out this bad news. She quickly buried her head into her phone pretending she wasn't paying attention. I knew what would be going on in her mind now.

“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.

Baron was in front, his arms crossed over his chest as a sadistic smile spreading across his face. "There she is," he sneered. "Our little stray." I stopped, my heart racing. Don't. Don't let them see you flinch, I thought to myself. But they already had. Baron moved slowly towards me. "The pack has been restless," he said. "Tensions are high and the people need… entertainment." Cora snorted. "She'll be really good for that." Baron turned to the crowd. "So we're going to play a little game."

I can’t believe I didn’t guard that damn secret passage door. “I am to be the Luna Queen!” Barbara hollers. “How can I be seen in these worthless rags? They’re hardly worth burning in the castle furnace for heat!” She seems to have perfected the art of bellowing almost as effectively as Gene has. “These are made of the finest fucking silk!” screams Gene. No, he’s still the champion at bellowing. “I don’t give a fuck what they’re made of,” she says. “I’m not going to be caught dead in these drab colors and unflattering styles. I’ll need the royal seamstress to start from scratch.”