Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont Novels & Stories

The first one being one of the commanders of the imperial knights, Eliott James Clermont; and the other one is the heir of the Marquis, Hubert Creyson Clermont. "We are honored to be invited AGAIN by the Duke." Marquis Clermont greeted his son's soon-to-be father-in-law, but the latter almost frowned his brows. It is not only him, but also the people around them that noticed the Marquis saying "again" as if there was another meaning behind his words. "Aahh, yes, yes. The stars of the party are here, so we older people should excuse ourselves." Duke Florentine didn't probe into the Marquis' words any further since it was time for them to leave the younger people to let them enjoy themselves.

Yves left, she went outside to greet Catherine. “Hi, looking for me?” Brittany greeted Catherine with a bright smile and Catherine got irritated. “Look Brittany, I’m not interested.” Brittany’s smile vanished at Catherine’s rejection. She hasn’t even started yet. “That’s okay. You guys aren’t even in an open relationship yet.” Brittany confidently said and suddenly Brittany’s heart beat fast when Catherine seriously looked at her. Catherine’s eyes were piercing and it’s like Catherine could see her soul. It was cold and mysterious. It was different from the way how Catherine looks at Lyra. Brittany thought that Catherine really does have this handsome features. Something that Brittany could

Wonderful! On the way to the Royal Palace, Marie told me a great news: her big brother was getting married. I was very happy for her, although I thought he was still young. Even though the age of majority was 18 in Duaples, getting married as soon as you came of age was way too hasty. Well, that was just my opinion. However, he was not going to get married until his fiancée came of age, which was late next year. She was Marianne De Villon, one of the daughters of Marquis Armand De Villon and Marchioness Berthe De Villon, allies of the Amboise Auberjonois family. Marie explained to me that the two had known each other since they were children, but that they had never had any romantic feelings

Her eyes resembled her hair in colour, although they did look a little tired. “Yes?” I responded to the woman, curious about her predicament. “Marquis Delaquoi, fast approaching,” Vincent whispered and a few seconds later his hand left mine. “I-,” she began when a pale, tall and well-built man dressed in all black, save for a deep red tie, walked up behind her. “Marquis Joseph Delaquoi.” Vincent bowed, and I turned to acknowledge the Marquis. The second the Marquis was within my vicinity the hair on my body stood on ends, and my hands began to tremble. I felt as though I was prey, zeroed in by a predator.

Inside the carriage, Cassius and I were sitting face to face… but there were two more others inside the same fancy big carriage… Vincent spoke to me with a look of disgust in his eyes… and near him sat a young woman older than me by a few years and one year younger than Vincent… I almost forgot about her… Vincent childhood friend and fiancée, the daughter of marquis Bernier, a purple haired green eyed girl named Katherine Bernier. She is one of the few in the world that see Satiana as a normal girl that deserve to b loved… so in other words? She is big sis figure for me!

Blake pulled a chair out for me, his body hovering over me as I sat before he whispered, “They’re married. Try not to act like it is so surprising. He hates when that happens.” As he sat beside me, I noticed the instant change of his posture. His eyes fell, his aura instantly putting a wall between them and him. “Hello, Father.” Vincent ripped into the meat in his hand. Blood or sauce, there wasn’t any difference. The need to throw up climbed up my throat. I ignored it. “Greet your Mother as well.” “Mother.” I heard it. The disgust. The revulsion. The hate. “Hello.” Margot didn’t respond. Her focus now was on wiping the sauce on Vincent’s lips and the one on his fingers as he looked at me, “

Champagne asked while taking a step forward, she felt anger rush through her veins like an injection of Coke, in all her life she never thought there would be a day when she felt so disappointed in Sam. Samantha didn't bother to reply her, she pulled out her phone and placed it on the table in front of her. "I asked one of employees at the bar to travel back at your home city and ask about Rafael Mauretti " Sam replied calmly, she raised her head and her eyes locked with Champagne's. Champagne's eyes turned into slits and and hers folded in to fist, her breathing heavy " I asked you to stay away from him " she said through gritted teeth and Samantha smiled.

Her pretty face also bore a resemblance to the woman, causing Rain to assume this was the First Family of Quebec before they’d even been introduced. “Thank you for meeting with me,” Prime Minister Bissett said as Stringer left them. There was a translating device sitting on a coffee table in the middle of the chairs, but he spoke their language fluently. Bissett offered his hand to each of them in turn. When Rain shook it, she was surprised at the strength of his grip, which didn’t match his physique in her judgement. “I am Geraldo Bissett. This is my wife, the First Lady, Mara, and our daughter, Josie.”

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Arcangelo spoke as he leaned forward and looked over his shoulder at his best friend who downed his second glass faster than the first. "Hey, your hell is my hell," Vincent stated with a raised glass. "And besides, the scotch is good." "Then you bloody enjoy it rather than drowning in it." His best friend spoke with a smile as he put the decanter out of their reach. "Idiot," "Bitch," "Asshole," "W-" Vincent started to say as he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Both Arcangelo and him looking up and straightening as Rosalie walked in, escorted by Major.