Baroness Von Bon Bon Fanart の小説・ストーリー

His eyes meet mine and I send him a sarcastic smile. This should be interesting. The door slams open and a angry looking Bonnie barges into his office. She's dressed in very short white mullet gown with thin straps a deep cowl collar. She is pretty. I think I've said that before. She immediately composes herself when she sees Ronan but when her eyes go down and meet mine, her eyes glare up with anger and jealousy. "Hi, Bonnie. Nice of you to join us."

He won’t find any. “Erm Miss Verdant?” Baron calls. He takes out a business card and hands it to me. “I have a proposition for you. You have an eye for art, right?” “Yes, I used to. But I won’t say I’m the best right now,” He waves dismissively. “Tomorrow, are you free? I’d like for us to discuss certain…matters.” “Discuss?” He gestures to the fake painting. “If I had someone like you at the auction where I bought this….i might have saved a couple million dollars.”

“You are here for a woman?” “Not just any woman,” Baron said calmly. “A respected healer. Beloved by the pack. Beautiful, intelligent, and now….free. No mate bond. No obligations. She is vulnerable, searching for someone to trust.” His voice was smooth and he sounded so certain. “I intend to be that someone.” Sharon stared at him, with genuine shock written in her face. “All this plotting. The alliance with us. The manipulation. All for Lillian?” “She is the prize,” Baron said. “Everything else is simply the game.”

Makes me feel even more special. “Don’t be. As I said before, princess, my mistake with her is what brought you to me.” Glowing, I finish my sandwich with my new daddy, and when we’re done, we make our way back down to the house. Baron plucks a few purple flocks from the trail and slides them into my hair. “You look like a sexy little forest nymph.” “Uh oh,” I laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re secretly a furry. Or into monster girls.”

Baron looked up from his phone. "I mean left to me, I would fuck her again. That would sure take her mind off things" Baron grinned. He doubted he would ever get tired of fucking their mate. But Xavier, not amused, gave him a dead stare. "Ok, ok. We can take her out or something" Baron grimaced, as he was never really up for a day outing. But Xavier's eyes brightens, obviously buying the idea. Baron groaned. But the thought of an outing with their mate excited him and for once he was eager to go out.

“Oh, do lift your chin. We’re not at a palace.” Then, turning around with sudden excitement, she beckoned toward a valet struggling to carry three small boxes of sweets, two bottles of wine, and a tray covered in linen. “I’ve brought delights from the Capital. Cherry-pastries, smoked pork, bacon from the Eastern provinces, and a type of cheese Baron always hated as a child but always finishes anyway.” Baron raised a brow. “I finish it because you used to complain until I did.”

Something seemed familiar about her and I couldn't place a finger on where I have met her before. "It looks as though you have quite the eye for great art", I said, giving her a subtle smile.She grinned, glancing at the portrait."Yes, I do. I am a big fan of seamus. Though he is not the type who takes the credit and comes out to the public, I love all his works and I always look forward to each new release", she said.I glanced at the artwork, a painting of prehistoric lovers, sharing a kiss while sitting on beach rock. The lady wore little clothes, which barely covered her body while her male lover, wore a piece of clothing that covered his groin area.

But Moana wasn't done yet," I don't think you can ever find any suitable mate like him around here. He is young, a power to reckon with, verile, well matched to you in estate and not too ugly." I nodded in agreement. "He is not ugly- he even looks handsome when he doesn't have that damn frown on his face," I said, and then glowered when I realized I just said something in Baron's favor. Even though it's an undeniable fact that Baron was a handsome man, I'm supposed to see him as a beast because I hate him, right? "I still think he may be falling in love with you even without him realizing this, or probably fighting it."

“Very old.” “But well taken care of,” she adds as she walks to the portraits. “These people, they are his family, aren't they?” “Hmm.” “Just who is this man?” “He had… he had uh, a picture, a painting of our moon goddess,” I confess. “What?” she asks as she whirls around. “Why?” “It was odd. The painting. It wasn't how she usually looked.” “What did it look like?” “Different. Bloody, dark. There was something… it as well, looked old. Just like those portraits. Yes, it looked like a portrait. Like she had stood for it.”