Baroness Von Bon Bon Fanart Novels & Stories

What else? Luna calmly smiled. “Everything I ought to know.” She casually picked up a pen and started making amendments to Bonnie’s sketch. “I don’t think you’re a fan of Aura Gibson.” Bonnie bit her lip, and after a while, she nodded stiffly. “I’m not.” “That’s strange.”

"There is something about that woman that is not normal." "I sense the same thing, but as long as she proves to not be a threat to ojou-sama, we will not interfere. But just in case, we should keep an eye on her," said Shirone. The group continued towards the destination and before long they were standing in front of this extremely adorable dessert shop called Bonbons Ange. The interior was very creative with every piece of furniture made to resemble some type of dessert. There was a macaron chandelier and a display case that resembled a five-tier cake filled with an assortment of petit fours, soft flaky and buttery croissants, cream-filled iced éclairs, and of course Maria's favorite desser

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.”

“You know what? My friend Ms. Faye here said if you wanna come visit my home, we can take both of these baby dolls. And… she’s got some pretty dresses for you, too. Can you believe that?” Faye had been rustling in a closet across the room but produced two beautiful little gowns, one in pink and one in a mint green color, that looked like they’d fit Bonnie perfectly. The child’s face lit up. “You wanna come see?” Lena asked. “Yeah!” Bonnie exclaimed, shoving both hands into her mouth and sucking her fingers. “I’ve got lotsa juice, too. Are you hungry? You want another snack?”

I said with a smile as I walked in, this soon grabbing Baron’s attention as he lifted his head to look at me but those eyes of his seemed to scan my body. The outfit that was given to me had a crop top which meant my middle section was on show a little, a place I watched Baron grow increasingly interested in. “The artwork in front of me is nothing shy of a masterpiece, I would never abandon such a thing.” He stated, his voice sounding lower with what appeared to be desire as his eyes didn’t stop on the photo but still littered my body as though he was looking for buried treasure. “You can keep it; I have no use for it.” I sighed walking over to the bed blissfully unaware of what Baron was ac

And she affected him differently. That dress of hers...so feminine, so deceiving. He'd always heard other men joke about having a lady in the parlor and a wanton in the bedroom. The dress had looked innocent enough, but her eyes... He knew, even though he wasn't happy knowing, that Bonnie was the descriptive mix of lady and wanton to a tee. It was an explosive fantasy, the thought of having a woman who would unleash her passion for just one man, that no one would ever guess unless they were with her, covering her, inside her. Beneath her dress, he could make out the faint, delicate curve of her breasts, her narrow rib. She was so slight of build, but so feminine. She had the finest skin he'd

[A/n: I know my stories are weird with unique characters but just bear with me TT. I love foreshadowing things so much UGH—] Birthday shopping was a bummer. Cassandra comes back home and is introduced to the fashionista Krille DeVuil. She was half Transylvanian, hence the name. Aka... TriBaroness. Because she has been a baroness of three barons, three times to many stitching companies for three times already. Also, fourth time's the lucky charm in her case.

“That’s not necessarily true…” Suddenly, Master Ebon Moon stood up. She looked like someone who’d been traveling in the desert for ages and suddenly spotted an oasis—her expression was filled with excitement and surprise. “Anni, the outfit your model is wearing is made from the same luxurious fabric worn by the Queen of England. The woolen coat is a European and American style, and the crown jewels are dazzling. This set of designs, though priced close to eight figures, doesn’t exude any of the arrogance of nobility. Instead, it has a charming and seductive quality. Your design truly resonates with me!”

Looking at the full bucket again, suddenly it felt like a long, long way to go. After a few days, they had gotten some new friends. One of them is Lady Byrne, and old woman with a friendly face and a plump body. Unlike the proud aristocrats she had met in London, the baroness was surprisingly humble. She paid a visit one afternoon bringing them chicken pie and some biscuits. Soon they found that she was very fond of speaking, amusing them with her stories about myth and magic in the land. She was also a dramatic matchmaker that loved to romanticize everything. They were highly entertained everytime she was around. Grateful with her new friendly, heartwarming companies, Ava could only hope it

I opened my eyes and looked over my sunglasses to try to see who it was. “Hey pretty lady, we meet again.” Ugh, I’d know that voice anywhere, Baron. “You’re not going to cause any trouble are you?” Di asked. “Trouble, me? Never.” He squat down next to me, looking at my body like he was trying to find something. “Can I help you, Baron?” I said a little disgusted because I’m tired of his shit. “Oh yeah, you can help me.” He said licking his lips. “Hey Di, how are you doing?” It was Brannon, the hot guy from the party. Of course, Di had on the cutest bikini and was so oiled up with suntan lotion, she’d probably slip right out of his arms if he hugged her.