Baroness Von Bon Bon Novels & Stories

Still Bonbon stared, “So why don’t you leave Madame Skia, and get married?” Bonbon shook her head and Ilyria was certain she would say nothing more. She wondered if a small glamour might work on Bonbon but then Bonbon glanced at her and Ilyria saw how her love caused her to suffer. Such suffering cannot stay forever silent. “It is impossible,” said Bonbon, “He works for the palace. He has some status there. Or he did, when the Mogul ..." she shook her head, "If he were to take me as a wife, he would be cast out.”

Andre seemed to consider everyone who was not a prince to be insignificant bugs. Ruthina was giving me an “eww, peasant” look, while making eyes at me. Well, next to her husband, even a middle-sized seal would seem attractive. I wasn’t about to yield. As if. I was young and inexperienced. If that creature became my first woman, I’d have to swear them off for life. I’d rather find myself another prospect. A better one. I didn’t. But I did find Baroness Limirne. The baroness’ name was Henrietta. She was a tall, slender blonde of twenty-five. That’s how it went down.

“If you really want to know, then why don’t we go for a tea, Miss Cama?” Cassey searched for the source of such a lovely honey voice. It was from a woman, who she thought of as familiar. “You must be wondering why I look so familiar. I am the Baroness of Vozenilek, Yohan Dei Vozenilek.” As if it was a scene from the popular novel, the dim light of the moon permeated in the slender figure of the baroness. Her eyes shone when it got struck by the light, a clear blue shade that pulls her like a black hole. Her slightly tanned skin is the best, highlighting her sensual charisma. Her sharp jaw, her voluptuous lips and her generous curves... all about her was something Cassey admired. The baroness

Looking at the full bucket again, suddenly it felt like a long, long way to go. After a few days, they had gotten some new friends. One of them is Lady Byrne, and old woman with a friendly face and a plump body. Unlike the proud aristocrats she had met in London, the baroness was surprisingly humble. She paid a visit one afternoon bringing them chicken pie and some biscuits. Soon they found that she was very fond of speaking, amusing them with her stories about myth and magic in the land. She was also a dramatic matchmaker that loved to romanticize everything. They were highly entertained everytime she was around. Grateful with her new friendly, heartwarming companies, Ava could only hope it

“Here you go, one latte and the teacakes will be along shortly.” She walks away before I can form a response and when I look down, I see that once again there is a wing on the foam. “If you are curious about the wing, I asked about it and it is something only she puts on the foam. It’s her signature.” I nod making note of Ellis’ comment. “Hmm, yeah, what is it her boss called her?” “I think it was Angel?” “Yes, that’s it and it explains the wing design.” “Oh yeah, that does make sense.”

After she was full, she would have a little belly as she had always had that issue. Darcy put on makeup for herself, put on a gown, and made a wet-look hairstyle as she lifted it in a high pony which made her jaw-line look more refined. The jewellery she wore was her mother’s so she had inherited it automatically. The jewellery had its own story and was very perfect effect of the artist's touch but it was mainly designed by her mother. It is altogether a different story.

I knew Baron was trying to control his anger, which was almost at the peak of eruption, and I prayed in my mind that Cinderella see the red flag and bolted out of the door before Baron breathed fire on her. Dressed in a beautiful red embroidered gown that makes her look like a princess, with a red opal as an ornament, high-heeled shoes on spotless legs. She looks lovely and sophisticated, unlike me, who looks like a simple village girl. Baron turned towards me and asked, "Have you eaten?" "No...not yet. I will go to the kitchen and grab something to eat." "No. You will stay here. I will send someone to bring your meal."

Bonnie and a strange man were locked in each other's arms, doing unspeakable things. "It's Bonnie! That's Bonnie!" a reporter shouted, recognizing her instantly. Click! Click! Flash after flash lit up the room. There was no way the reporters would miss such explosive news. The woman wasn't me, but Bonnie was a rising star— and Bruce's girlfriend, the CEO of Lady Fashion. Bonnie snapped back to her senses at the sound. She looked down to see herself completely exposed, and the reporters swarming to capture every angle. Snatching up her clothes to cover her body, Bonnie broke down. "Stop! Don't take pictures!"

she said. I looked at her, surprised etched across my face. “I will be organising a charity gala soon. Your company can join, that would restore your name and the faith people once had in you.” I laughed softly. “That’s a really kind offer, Miss Sasha, but as it stands, I think I’m the one who needs charity more” I hated how pathetic I sounded, but it was the bitter truth. “Oh… I understand, but that’s not a problem,” she said gently.

the woman answered politely. The Queen Mother looks from her to the head cook. “Is this true?” Miss Wang hurriedly nods her head like a lizard, her expression is a mixture of fear and hope. “The girl cooked the meal that was served during the tea party.” The Queen Mother looks at her servant and the head cook skeptically. Not believing that any servant would have been able to prepare a befitting meal for the tea party without any actual ingredients. “And where did she get the ingredients?” She glared at the head cook, blaming her for not making the necessary ingredients scarce like she ordered her to.