Baroness Von Bon Bon Novels & Stories

Champagnes and nibbles are offered to us at every interval and I watch as Bonnie downs her millionth glass. "Maybe you should swap to water?" I say as she necks another glass in one. "What did I tell you..... This is drinksville baby" she says laughing hysterically. We finally end with full mani and pedicures. Bonnie chooses bright red for her nails and I choose a subtle pink colour. We walk back through the main lodge still in our robes and slippers. Bonnie now wearing sunglasses and holding her champagne flute. She struts through the lodge like a celebrity who owns the place and I can't help but giggle at the looks she gets.

She even excused herself from a chat she had to attend with us, and she called another staff member to assist the other clients. “Yes, Bonnie, this is her.” Nina introduced me, and without delay, Bonnie began assessing my hair. “Remember, it’s a secret, okay?” Nina reminded her in a hushed tone. “Eloise, this is Bonnie. She owns the salon and the viscountess’ favorite around here,” Nina whispered. I hesitated. “Are you sure this is alright?” “Yes, don’t worry. She’s not biased,” Nina whispered back.

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.

"Listen up, class! Mr. Zane Atlantis here is going to be your new teacher. He is a professor, and I hope you will be able to lean from him." "Oh, he can teach me all night!" A girl suddenly yelled and Mrs. James rolled her eyes. She looked like she had been expecting the reaction, as the rest of the girls giggled, a few just staring at him like they were watching prey. Alpha Zane said nothing and the woman spoke up again. "Detention, Bonnie. Now for the rest of you, I would like you to behave. You do not want to give Zane the impression that all of you are some kind of starved little girls now, will you?"

"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

Alpha Cassian asked him. Don Simon bowed. “I am Simon, owner of the farm this Omega has been working for five years now.” “So if he had been working with you all these years, how come you never noticed his magic until now?” Cassian raised a brow. Suddenly, Don Simon fell to his knees, bowing repeatedly before Cassian. “This wicked boy had me fooled. I gave him a job when no one else in the pack would and even allowed him to bring his sister to work with me, and how did he repay me? By cursing my lands and poisoning my crops with sorcery.”

Enzo repeated, voice like ice. Baron leaned back in his chair. “A thousand gold notes.” There was a long pause. Even some of the nobles gasped. A thousand? For me? Was he insane or just delusional? “She’s an Omega,” Ash muttered, deadpan. “Not a princess.” Baron lifted his goblet toward him. “She’s the most rebellious Omega you’ll find on this side of the land. Hard to tame, but maybe that’s what you are into.”

Wanni stopped at a cluster of men in impeccable tailored tuxedos, who had their backs turned to us, and were discussing something in low, serious tones. “Darling?” Wanni said, and tapped the shoulder of the man in the center. “There is someone very special I would like you to meet.” The man finished his sentence, then turned with a polite, practiced smile on his face. I froze. It was Baron. His smile froze for a second, then widened, but it did not reach his eyes, which was cold and calculating. “Lillian,” he said smoothly. Then he took my outstretched hand, not for a handshake, but to bring it to his lips, with his eyes pinned on mine. “What a delightful surprise. We meet again.”

"Yes, I'm afraid I should just have a bite or two more and then perhaps take a short rest." The Baroness makes tsking noises as the plate is cleared and replaced with the next course — red wine braised beef bourguignon served with buttery mashed potatoes. Camille fights the urge to bury her face in her hands as the buzzing increases—level nine now, and then climbing to a devastating level ten as she takes a bite of meat and swallows it down almost whole. Her hips jerk forward hard enough to clatter silverware against plates, a choked sob breaking from her throat. Conversation around the table grinds to a halt; heads whip around to stare at her face blotched red under candlelight.

[You must show up if you don’t want me to match down to that mansion and turn it upside down. I stared at her last message and shook my head helplessly. What’s with all the fuss? [Got it, Your Majesty.] In the afternoon, I headed to the five-star restaurant. Strangely, there was nobody else in sight except Bonnie who sat alone in a corner. She hadn’t ordered any food yet. “Your humble subject has arrived, Your Majesty.” I dropped my handbag and sat across from her. “What’s that important thing you wanted to tell me?” Bonnie looked up from her phone. Her eyes lit up. “Good one, Olivia. You look gorgeous in this sparkly red dress.”