Baroness Von Bon Bon Novels & Stories

Dishwashers accepted the bowls and cups, keeping the area clean as diners left. “Yellow arches, eat your heart out,” Rain murmured, her mouth watering. Before she could ask what they were serving, the stall on her left captured her attention. She gasped. A beautiful jacket of wine-red velvet was displayed on a wooden mannequin, complete with matching choker and earrings. Cropped, close-fitted at the bust to hug a woman’s body, it fastened with a gold clasp between the breasts. The sleeves were full and made of a sheer, burgundy fabric with ruby and diamond crystal cuffs. At least she assumed the stones were crystal; she wouldn’t dare display real stones like that in an open market. A black s

’ The young Emperor answered as the young lady stood up with her head high. ‘I’m sorry to interrupt,’ the young lady said. ‘But I do not like the way you speak to my grandmother.’ The statement left Anton and Hadrian wondering how she said so. ‘As you might know, she is the Baroness Brigitta von Westenholz.’ ‘Anya!’ the old lady scolded raising her voice. ‘You do not know what you’re saying, young lady!’ ‘But grandmother!’ the young lady named Anya protested. ‘This peasant dared to even answer back at you!’

he gave a short, graceful bow, then turned and disappeared into a conversation with a duke and two military men in dark Sashes. And I turned towards Coral. Towards warmth and cocoa and a place to breathe. She greeted me with open warmth, as always, drawing me into the small circle at the edge of the room. The older woman beside her looked regal, her face kind but commanding. "Clara," Coral said, her hand resting on my arm. "I'd like you to meet the Baroness of Eastgate." The Baroness smiled, her teacup cradled between lace–gloved fingers. "So this is the new lady Storm. Such a beauty. You've hosted us beautifully my dear. I'm on my third cup of cocoa and dangerously close to a fourth."

“Master of Merchants.” “Baron,” I acknowledged with a nod. “Enjoying the show?” I motioned to the stage. “Your girl, Moira, seems to be setting the room on fire tonight.” Moira was once the infamous Blue Mask, one of Jolan Koll’s ten. Though no one knew that but me. She was also a succubus, and Baron James was obsessed with her. “Oh, yes, she is. But tonight, my eyes are on someone else.” The baron grinned, flushed. “The new girl. I tried to book her, but Sesora told me you were handling her personally.”

I have no choice now, it will make me rude and the worst person on Earth if I decline the kind offer. With that, we started to leave the Royal Palace. We all hopped in the car of Anthoine. I sat in the back seat and I was observing that Princess Catalina seemed to be in a good mood. She was laughing at the rude jokes of Anthoine. It seemed like she already found the one. They looked perfectly matched together. Now, I am wondering if her offer to let me join in on their dinner together is genuine because judging by the way she laughed, it looked really genuine. “Babe, can you tell me your greatest childhood memories with Princess Cassandra? I want to hear it,” Anthoine asked all of a sudden w

I didn’t care, my focus was on her. “My King.” Christian glances at the woman baring an eerie similarity to Bellatrix, feeling that unsettling sensation creeping under my skin. “My King.” The woman sobbed helplessly, still holding that flimsy dress against her barely covered body. Christian quickly placed some distance between us. “Who are you?” Her body trembled violently; her bottom lip quivered as she stared at me teary eyed. “I’m Bonnie Sinclair. Nathan chose me as his slave after my sister was mated to a noble werewolf.”

"The place with the little chairs! The pretty one!" I knew she meant the boutique near the gallery district, a high-end dessert shop known for its hand-painted petit fours and velvet armchairs. I glanced at Bonnie. “Does that sound okay to you, Bonnie? Or are you too tired?” Bonnie met my eyes in the mirror. For a moment, she looked like she might decline, but then she gave a small, dignified nod. “I like their pistachio macarons,” she said quietly. “Then it’s settled,” I said, turning the wheel.

“Vanessa, you're our guest. If the staff were disrespectful, you could just come to me. I only asked the butler to show you to your room, but how did it turn into this?” If Tabitha were still the naive little girl she used to be, she might have been fooled by Bonnie's gentle facade. But after everything she'd been through, she realized the Luna was much more sinister than Michelle. Michelle was a loud and stupid person whose malice was written all over her face. However, Bonnie was like a venomous snake hiding in the tall grass. Because of Tabitha, Michelle was slapped more than once. Even though Tabitha had saved Algernon's life, Bonnie clearly nursed that "humiliation" deep in her heart.

their father cautioned. "Sorry father." they both chorused. "Gina, who's the girl?" Rex asked, begging to be let out of the suspense. "Well.... you will know tomorrow." Gina smiled. * The following day. The birthday party>> Bonnie had finished dressing in her long free gown, it's the type of clothes that covers every part of her body without revealing anything. Its black colour even makes it look more dull and unattractive. She stared at the mirror checking herself out. Even, when it's obvious she's reconsidering her outfit, she knows better, it's not fit for a birthday party and she wouldn't want any complaints from Gina.

“Are you okay?” I stare at him. I want to trace his face with my fingertips. I also want to jab my fingers into Melissa Baron’s eyes. Instead, I force a smile, even though he can’t see it. “I’ll take a tour. It’s a beautiful place,” I glance at Melissa as I say the last words, but she’s too engrossed in Vincent. He kisses my hand again and reluctantly lets me go. Baron’s home screams of wealth. At every turn there’s an original painting or an antique vase or an absurdly detailed marble carving. I used to think the Halsteads were rich as fuck but this is something else.