Baroness Von Bon Bon Fanart Novels & Stories

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.

Before Lyra could react, another vision slammed into her. She saw a throne carved entirely from bone. A dead world stretched beneath a fractured sky. Something had torn reality open above the horizon, leaving a wound across the heavens. From that wound descended a figure wrapped in darkness. The Empty King. And seated beside the throne was a woman wearing the Bone Crown. Not the Hollow Queen. Not some forgotten queen from history. Her. The vision vanished. Lyra staggered. The creature saw the look on her face and smiled. "You saw it." Fear tightened around her heart.

“If you really want to know, then why don’t we go for a tea, Miss Cama?” Cassey searched for the source of such a lovely honey voice. It was from a woman, who she thought of as familiar. “You must be wondering why I look so familiar. I am the Baroness of Vozenilek, Yohan Dei Vozenilek.” As if it was a scene from the popular novel, the dim light of the moon permeated in the slender figure of the baroness. Her eyes shone when it got struck by the light, a clear blue shade that pulls her like a black hole. Her slightly tanned skin is the best, highlighting her sensual charisma. Her sharp jaw, her voluptuous lips and her generous curves... all about her was something Cassey admired. The baroness

Baron James chuckled, “It is not written anywhere that a male can have only one favourite, is it? Moira holds a place in my heart, but Vera… ah, Vera owns my heart.” Revandrel shook his head slowly, not bothering to hide the disgust pulling at his expression. “Baron.” I inclined my head in greeting. “Love,” he drawled sweetly, letting his gaze roam thoroughly over me. “She is the infamous Vera?” There was a touch of skepticism in Philip's voice as he eyed me from behind his goblet. “The one and only. She is a masterpiece, this girl. As radiant inside as she is in face and figure.” The baron sang my praises proudly, then added with curiosity, “Though tonight, she wears a mask.”

Nina said. “I see” she looked at the book that has many pages with a blue cover. Suddenly she remembered something and raised she head to look at Nina. “What is Baroness?” Nina asked when she saw the questionable look on her face. “Last night was the full moon and I heard wolf barks. I know what that means but then the Baron did not turn like everyone else, why is that?”

“This campaign is perfect for me—it’s like it was designed for me. Bruce, you promised me that I could pick my birthday gift. Well, this is it. I want to be the face of this jewelry line. You better keep your word.” Bruce looked visibly conflicted as he turned to me. “Miss Smith, what do you think of Bonnie?” I hesitated for a moment. “We can give it a try.” To be fair, Bonnie did have the right look—just a bit too sultry. She fit the “rose” part of the campaign well, though she lacked that subtle, ethereal quality the “moonlight” side called for. Bonnie nodded in satisfaction and asked, “Who’s the male ambassador? I hope it’s Dane.”

Even more surprise when he realized how the bouncer let him in without any questions. His eyes continue to wander around the bar. Hoping Zeke and Oliver had already been out of their room for some fun on the dance floor. It didn’t take him alone when he noticed a familiar face near the entrance of the bar. It’s a woman, the same age as him, wearing a Saint Laurent Keyhole Mini Dress and a black Felicie Pochette on her hand. At the first glance, Boone could tell that she is one of the faces that he sees on every social gathering that he partakes in.

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

Then, glaring at Blayze, she said, "And you do me a favor and go f*ck yourself." Blayze chuckled a little as he sauntered, bare-a**ed, back to his garage with his cut slung over his arm. As he walked away, I noticed a tattoo on his shoulder blade that stood out from the rest covering his back. In ornate letters was the name "Bonnie." "Hey Brat," Red called. A young, petite woman with short bleach-blonde hair poked her head out of the bar. "Get Stitch and tell him to bring his kit over to Bonnie's place." She nodded and ran around behind the building.