The Baron From The Cat Returns Novels & Stories

As I was busy inspecting the room, one particular thing caught my attention. There's a huge lion's head that was hung on the wall right above the fireplace. My curiosity got the best of me and I proceed over to confirm if it's actually really or not. As I was busy inspecting the head and having no idea if it's actually real or not, and then I heard a voice behind me and it's the least voice I was expecting to hear today or ever in my life. "So nice for us to meet so soon, miss Zephrine papier veirge"

School holidays were when Catherine felt absolutely grateful because after her thesis works, she finally gets to attend to the mystery she’s been wanting to solve for years now. Finally, she’s got her hand on the flash drive that contained the CCTV footage, and she reached Tacky’s apartment door. She knocked in a special pattern for Tacky to know that it was her. After a few seconds, the knob of the door twisted and Tacky welcomed Catherine with a smile. “So,did you have it?”

I remembered he asked, and he doesn’t like repetitions, so I hummed instead. Dark: When I ask you a question, Kitten, I expect you to speak, not hum. Do you understand, my Minx? Jade: Yes, Dom. Me calling him Dom did something to him because I heard an animalistic groan that couldn’t have come from a human. That’s even weird. Maybe he was in pain; that definitely sounded like an animal roar. Dark: Good girl, now, I want your fingers over your skin; starting from your thighs, slightly trace them against your flesh, working all the way slowly up until it reaches your folds. Do not enter your cunt. Wait for my instructions."

She had wavy red hair that fell down to her shoulder. Her cat eyes were staring with a hunting gaze as a playful smile formed on her lips. She placed her hand on her hips and slightly caressed the lining of her red dress and her other hand was gently rested on her white fur scarf. Judging from the way she was dressed, you could tell this woman came from an upper class or at least well off family. Not to mention she had this charming air around her which briefly captivated Eva. “Who are you?” Eva asked her politely and the woman chuckled.

Upon entering the room, they were surrounded by the familiar smell of leather and old books. Edward went over to the tiny bar in the corner and poured three glasses of amber liquid. The sound of glass hitting glass interrupted the thick quietude. Alphonsus plopped himself into the leather chair. He tapped his foot carefully on the carpet.Vanessa sat opposite to Edward her hand gently clasped in her lap. The room was filled with nothing but the continuous sound of Alphonsus's foot tapping gently against the carpet for what felt like forever. In the end, Edward's voice broke the quiet, sounding deep and hoarse with feeling.

"Thank you for driving me home, T-Thyme. Also, thank you for letting me in at your house." "No worries. I just did somethint a normal man would do." "B-By the way, how can I bring this sweatshirt back to you?" Thyme smiled. "It's yours now." "R-Really? T-Thank you." "I have to go now. I still have to shoot for my next movie. Make sure to attend the premiere night okay? Also, make sure you will never let yourself be drunk again." Amber just smiled as she nodded her head. "Thank you so much, Thyme."

I opened my eyes and looked over my sunglasses to try to see who it was. “Hey pretty lady, we meet again.” Ugh, I’d know that voice anywhere, Baron. “You’re not going to cause any trouble are you?” Di asked. “Trouble, me? Never.” He squat down next to me, looking at my body like he was trying to find something. “Can I help you, Baron?” I said a little disgusted because I’m tired of his shit. “Oh yeah, you can help me.” He said licking his lips. “Hey Di, how are you doing?” It was Brannon, the hot guy from the party. Of course, Di had on the cutest bikini and was so oiled up with suntan lotion, she’d probably slip right out of his arms if he hugged her.

“Do you want to tell them, or should I?” Roy’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering toward Ethan. “Get her out of here,” he muttered, but Ethan didn’t move. He just stood there, arms crossed, watching silently. “What’s wrong, Roy?” I asked, stepping closer. “Cat got your tongue? Or is it guilt?” “You don’t belong here,” he ground out, his face a mask of fury. “And you don’t deserve to stand up there, pretending to be some kind of noble groom,” I spat, turning my attention to the bride. “And you. I treated you like family not knowing that you were nothing but a snake”

I was used to the annoyed and angry version of Baron, not this quiet and aloof mess in front of me. I stepped out for a bit and came back with the breakfast that the chef had prepared. I had to feed him because he still felt a bit weak. Which was weird considering the fact that he had gripped my hand hard throughout the night. When I was done another maid came in to carry the dishes back to the kitchen. I got the first aid kit and stood up, getting ready to leave Baron's room but he called me back. “Wait…”. He paused as if thinking if he should speak or just not say anything.

“What happened there?” Baron scoffed, shaking his head slowly like the whole thing amused him. He walked over to the other side of the counter, picked up a cigarette pack, and pulled one out. The lighter clicked softly in the quiet room before the flame lit the tip. He inhaled deeply, his shoulders rising slightly before he puffed the smoke out into the air. “Oh, I see,” he said with a low chuckle. “You don’t remember?” Jerlad frowned. “You don’t remember how you stole her from me?” Baron continued, his eyes shifting toward me. “How you took the woman I fell in love with at first sight away from me.”