Baroness Von Bon Bon Novels & Stories

The object in her hands shook, and the surface glowed a ghoulish amethyst. She dropped the book and stepped away as smoke rose in a spiral. The things in the attic rattled and knocked various stuff over and an unnatural chuckle resounded against its walls. Bonnie’s orbs grew wide when out from the smoke, appeared a tall, elegant woman, dressed in an all-black gown with lilac hair, carmine eyes and yellow horns that protruded from her head. The little girl backed away more and stared up in shock and fear. She then heard her speak and recognized her voice as the one that tempted her earlier. Gehennam ignis, tandem venit de miser libro!

Blackwell was stealing glances in our direction. Baron appeared silently beside me. “Seems you have a fan,” I said, nodding toward the girl. “I couldn’t care less,” he replied flatly. “Even if she’s a pretty, innocent-looking thing who nearly combusts every time she sees you?” Baron’s eyes shifted. The moment their gazes met, the poor maid turned bright red and nearly dropped her tray. Baron let out a low chuckle. “Make it worth your while,” I told him.

The best way to catch a rat is to smoke them out, and this meeting is the perfect place for it. “If I may, your highness.” A woman with black hair cut into a pixie style raises her hand and stands, her pale green dress making her stand out amongst the males that wore dark suits. “You may, Miss…” “Baroness Olivia Kenzington. This is only my fourth meeting your highness.” Nodding my head, I allow Baroness Olivia to speak as she is the first brave soul to stand out when others are too cowardice to ask. “What brought about the need to change?” She asks, her tone even and steady.

"I might've let the girls do some ballet exercises. I'm sorry sir. How foolish of me to do that." That's not foolish. Maybe that's when Bon's perspective change. He was thirsty even hungry to know more about her. Doe was an open book with colorful pages and secret chapters and he's more than willing to find them. The tulle that she's wearing that night over her dark tights wasn't the usual, that tulle stretched out into the ground as they danced around the room under the moonlight. "Are you sure about that?" Noir started with his strong french accent. They're drinking rum on one of the balconies of their mansion. Bon was serious when he told Noir that and he can't see anything default about

“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?”

"Who says this is a knockoff?" A cool female voice rang out. "It seems like you're the one flaunting around with high-quality knockoffs." Larissa walked over, her tone casual. The earlier argument had already drawn a crowd, and Larissa's words sent a ripple of shock through the onlookers. Bonnie's face flushed suddenly. "How dare you accuse me of carrying a knockoff? Mind your words!" For a socialite like Bonnie, being accused of carrying a knockoff was the ultimate embarrassment. The Hersey family's finances had been shaky in recent years, yet Bonnie still needed to flaunt designer brands to uphold her image.

That a self contained granny stroke staff flat would increase the value of the house. ‘I’m sure she’s right.’ ‘She’s more than just a pretty face. Of course I paid for the extension work.’ ‘Of course.’ ‘Are you sure I can’t tempt you to one of Connie’s sandwich surprises?’ ‘Who is Connie?’ ‘Another of Mira’s lame ducks. She has a bit of trouble with English and can’t seem to tell her lemon curd from her mayonnaise, which tends to make her cooking a bit of a gamble.’ ‘In that case I’m quite sure,’ he replied.

She was referring to both of us but had her gaze only on Baron. “A cup of coffee or maybe a bottle of whiskey.” “What?!” She stared incredulously at his casual countenance. I turned to Melissa and the second maid. “You will bring him nothing. Just come get the trays, thank you.” “But those are not food. They’re just the kind of drinks suitable after eating.” Baron explained. But I was having none of it. “No sire. You are not having anything else. You’ve taken water and that should be enough.” “We could…”

Luna felt inexplicably puzzled when she heard Bonnie’s words. Bonnie was supposed to be the star of the show tonight, right? Why did she say she wanted to make Luna the most charming woman in Banyan City, then? Shannon did not seem to notice anything wrong and instead agreed with Bonnie, “That’s right! If Director Luna is the star of tonight instead of you, Bonnie, then she would really be the most charming woman in the city.” Luna’s elegance was unsurpassable.

It was the weird giggle from the maid that made me compose myself. “Her Royal Highness, Princess of Albertville, this is to ensure the ancient look of the palace remains intact without giving up the modernism.” The maid explained and I nodded. We stepped on to the third level and a different maid waited for us there. She was middle-aged yet looked so young; if you ignore her grey hairs, that is. She looked friendly and warm with a smile on her lips. “It’s an honor to introduce myself to you, Her Royal Highness. I am Caitlyn Benevon, the lady-in-waiting. I’ll be looking after you.” She greeted with a curtsy and I nodded politely.