Baroness Von Bon Bon Novels & Stories

Bonita said as she walked out. Zayna forced an awkward smile as Bonita passed her without looking back. To Zayna, Bonita’s petite figure paired with her glamorous style made her appear influential and strong. Her stubbornness and sharp instincts were traits Zayna couldn’t underestimate. Deep down, Zayna admitted that Bonita might indeed be the perfect match for Benjamin—if only her best friend could let go of his first love.

I remembered how cunning he looked before, with all of his hair brushed backwards, and all that unneeded jewelery on him. Even though the Baron’s family is loyal customer to the Bivorak Company, there wasn’t even once where I had visited them even though I am the chief manager of the company, all because I was annoyed at him. It changed though, right now, as I couldn’t help staring at him while he was busy looking through the seeds while my assistants helped him. I keep on thinking that he emits an aura that is similar to Cecilia, but different in a sense. I always liked meeting Cecilia as looking at her reminded me of how beautiful people are, while also feeding my fetish of liking pretty

“Melody, there is nothing wrong. When Bonnie and Christine see it for the first time, they will be ecstatic. Now, go get dressed. You have to walk down with Bonnie.” Bonnie’s dress was lace with embroidery around her cuffs and hem. The back was see through and fit tightly to her form. The neckline was low, allowing Branden to mark her. “Bonnie, you look amazing.” “It feels funny not having Mom and Dad here. That damn hurricane had to come now.” “They are safe at the rescue center, and you don’t have to worry about them.”

How is she? —Worse every day. She barely eats. Sleeps all day. My goddess, I’m afraid we can’t protect her… from herself. —Shit. Bastien came back here again. —What did he say? —That he wasn’t the one at the gala. —How’s that even possible? —He showed us a video where there were two Bastiens. The same thing Aracely told us about. But that could be done with artificial intelligence. —Do you think it’s possible?

“Not my first rodeo, dude.” The Abyssal looked like a rich man’s toy—sleek, white, mean. Inside it smelled like cold steel, expensive perfume, and pure trouble. Red lights, low bass thumping through the hull, maybe twenty people already half-drunk and horny. Tech guys in open shirts, women in tiny dresses that cost more than her car. Bonnie felt the buzz the second she stepped in. This was exactly the kind of stupid she needed for the story. She grabbed a gin at the bar. The silver-haired bartender winked. “First time? You look like you’re hunting.”

Natalie stands by my right side in an exquisite knee-length cocktail gown that captivates the eye of anyone who sees her. The midnight blue fabric is adorned with silver crescent moon embellishments, draping gracefully around her form. Her silver hair, styled in loose waves, complements the ensemble. Silver earrings and a delicate bracelet complete the look, making her a vision and making it hard for me to take my eyes off her.

“What are you doing?” I jolted out of shock, pulling away from the kiss with Baron. Fear immediately seized me as my brain recognizes the voice even before I turn to see the face. “What does it look like she’s doing, Mister?” Baron’s tone was challenging. “She does not belong to you!” Ben threw a challenging glare right back. Baron erupted in a mirthless, mocking chortle. “Yeah? Tell that to the Moon Goddess, fella.” “Baron please.” I begged, knowing how much of in trouble I was in that moment.

It’s so sweet and delicate, like rose water. I will not do it. Baron takes his own spoon and pops the sphere into his mouth. Around me, vampires moan in delight. We have minutes. Shaking like a leaf in a tornado, I put the spoon back on the table and then haul myself over the table. I grab Baron by the front of his jacket. “What the hell are you doing?” I hiss. “Bringing your bride here tonight?” “They won’t dare touch her.” “They will drain her dry, you fool. Is that what you want?”