Romans & histoires Viscount

All eyes were on him but he went unfazed as he turned to face the room. "Nice to meet you all, as stated before my name is Xavier Persons. You will refer to me as sir or Mr Persons, I'm a very fair man but I will not tolerate disrespect. I can be very demanding, some would label me as perfectionist, but if you're a hard working employee you have nothing to worry about," he said walking around the room.

Vis and Char advanced towards each other, pausing at the same time when there was about a 5-meters distance left betwixt them. " On the right side is the knight that disperses any enemy to kneel before him though, is utterly enigmatic, guess,who is it? Of course—Vis, the third son of our majesty. He showed us a hard to swallow performance, in the past bouts, nevertheless it was real and we'd to accept it.His performance was a unique one of course, so much that it left us to be in awe. On the left side is the beauty that makes even the most handsome man to fall in love with her, the most difficult enemy to admit defeat, yes — it is Charlotte, the sole daughter of the Duke of Richmond."

Eisenhower point at her to explain the Bernoulli's Principle. Natasha was placing her books on her desk and moving to her seat when somebody else beat her to it. "What do you want, Bianca?" she started, with a hint of annoyance. The girl named Bianca was seated in Natasha's place with her long exposed legs crossed over each other from outside the seat. Bianca Synclair-or as she was popular known; 'Queen B' . She was tall with dark brown hair and green eyes that always seemed to be in a fight with the heavy mascara she wore everyday but she was really pretty though and a bit of a self-righteous arrogant attitude, which of course was an understatement.

Zach and Dexter, among many others, grew exhilarated. A group of tall and strong western-looking men with blonde hair and blue eyes stormed inside. They wore layers and layers of clothing, and some even had fake white hair on. The one leading the group was a middle-aged western man. One look was enough to discern that he had been to war. He carried a powerful aura with him. He was none other than the ambassador of The Empire of the Sun that Never Sets, Viscount Rubert, in the flesh. He had another identity attached to his name, and that was the ex-vice commander of the Knights Templar of the country itself.

Outside. Currently, the average looking man was tailing his target for the evening, a man in his late 50's who was currently being accompanied by a young woman who appeared to be in her late 20's and a few armed guards at a distance to give the couple some space. His name is Lord Stevens Von Earshire and he is a Viscount for this country. The man was following these people at a distance to keep them from picking up on his trail while thinking about the events that lead to him even being in that mansion that night. '.....If only I didn't owe him that favor, I wouldn't have been forced to do this crap job.'

makes me cringe. He answered immediately after a minute, just like how I expected him to. "Well this is a surprise. What can I do for you your majesty?" I rolled my eyes at the sound of sarcasm in his tone. "I need you to get me anything to use against drake parish. Anything at all, valuable or not, I want something to hold against him that can make him weak." He chuckled. "Since when did you decide to get back on your revenge on drake?" I gritted my teeth in annoyance.

He patronized, making me more infuriated. “Who are you?” I demanded, my tone unwelcoming and filled with contempt. He inclined his head before he smiled softly. In this view, his eyes looked more icy than usual. “Visconde, the third son of house Monsalve,” Visconde chuckled as if he found my expression amusing. "You never once acknowledged my existence before. All you saw was red whenever our household was mentioned, but here we are," he remarked. I smiled a little bit. “Thank you for telling me, at least I’ll know what to name your grave,”

“I’ll help you. I’ll need some information to work with though. Do you remember the name of any member of your clan?” “Yes my mom.” Claud smiled “Tara wolf” “Your Surname is wolf? Like because you’re a werewolf?” Elijah Started laughing uncontrollably until I looked at him with a stern gaze. “Fine… fine. I’ll be quiet.” I brought out my laptop and looked her up. I found her almost immediately. She was the CEO of Verdant innovations, a leading company in sustainable agricultural technology. Verdant Innovations developed cutting-edge solutions to enhance crop yields while preserving natural resources. They also dealt with herbs and stuff like that. She was filthy rich but that wasn’t too surpr

He chuckled before he handed me my phone back. "Besides, Alec hasn't been punished in a long time. He's more afraid of his addiction to pain than he is of what his husband will do to him tonight." Bo explained before I gasped. Bo smiled and said, "Everyone has their own vices. Some are more acceptable than others." My eyes widened before I blurted out, "What is your vice?!" Bo smiled and said, "I am a dominant sadist who is obsessed with his bratty masochist."

The man she had been promised to. After what felt like an eternity to the curious and impatient young woman, the carriage door finally opened, and a man alighted, taking great time. He was of average build, hardly tall, but tall enough to shame a dwarf, or so it was from where she stood. He had greying hair on his head, and chin of equally greying beard. He was richly dressed and an air of aloofness hung around him. He had to be Lord Cossington, the current Viscount of Sorway, she thought.