Billionaire Novel Mr Draven Novels & Stories

“Three? You want to make him offer us three billion dollars?” Magda noticed even Darya thought Dimi might be a bit over the top and she watched her hands shaking. Yup. Dimi was pissed on her behalf. It suddenly felt good to have the backing of the daughter of the most ruthless mafia kingpin in the country. “A billion each? Let’s find out if when a billionaire gets their first billion how long it takes for the devil to show up.” On the beach the girls had held an entire discussion whether earning a billion got you a deal with the devil and Magda found herself wondering if Dimi might have already made it. Her face was far more wicked than she’d ever seen it.

Up close, his chest gleamed under the firelight with what I thought was sweat, but on a second glance, its more of iridescent scales shifting from deep crimson to gold. Weird. They weren't tattoos; they moved subtly, like living armor. "My name is Draven," he said, stopping at the bottom. His presence filled the room, heat radiating off him in waves that made my skin prickle. "I've used this cabin for winter hibernation for over a century. Your great-aunt Margot knew and she permitted it." "Hibernation? A century." I scoffed, crossing my arms to hide the way my scars itched under his gaze. "Right and I'm the queen of the dragons."

The sleek black suit, the understated confidence, the eyes that always seemed to see too much. If Aiden was the light, and Viktor was the fire, Draven was the storm that followed — quiet, dangerous, inevitable. He stopped beside Liana and inclined his head politely. “Miss Carver. You look extraordinary.” “Draven,” she said, stunned but smiling. “You came.” “I told you I’d invest in your future,” he said simply. “Tonight felt like a good reminder of what that looks like.” Viktor gave him a sharp look. “Draven Dusk. The ghost billionaire. I didn’t realize you took interest in charity events.”

The morning light filtered through the bulletproof windows of the Draven penthouse, a pale golden hue struggling to bring warmth to a world that had gone cold. Sarah sat at the kitchen island, her fingers wrapped tightly around a steaming mug of coffee she hadn't touched. She stared blankly at the silent television screen across from her, where muted headlines crawled across the bottom: Billionaire’s Scandal Deepens – Anonymous Leaks Surface. Damon entered the room silently. His hair was tousled, his jaw shadowed with stubble, and his usual ironclad composure had cracked slightly at the edges. He stopped when he saw her and exhaled a long breath, the kind people released when words were no l

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

It's a process to chain a woman in responsibilities and labors without any salary—I don't even understand why they are happy when they're going to get married. It's just a reason for people to take advantage of their partner. Stop with this topic. What's bothering me now is how insanely rich Aeros is. It feels like I hooked a gold fish in a net of sardines. The idea that Aeros earns a hundred billion a day, isn't it weird? What job earns that many anyway? I shifted my gaze on the other bodyguard of Aeros, the blue haired one “Hey,” His expression is pale as he responded to my call. He looked like he's going to be thrown to a fire stake when I called his name.

“You’ve been invited to Lord Draven’s birthday celebration. The most powerful business mogul in San Francisco.” My stomach plummeted. Of course. That was his name. Kael’s father. “Oh really?” I said, trying to sound indifferent. “He’s the CEO of Draven Enterprises. A billionaire. The man they call the King of the North, not some Game of Thrones thing, but because he literally rules the city with his wealth,” Mom said, pride flickering in her eyes. “I’m not going, Mom.” I stood, ready to leave for school. Tears welled in her eyes. “Stop it, Diana. We can’t throw this away.”

"No, thank you." "Fine." Draven turns around and walks into the dark woods without looking back. I watch his big, strong body walk away. I can never tell what is hiding inside his brain. Whatever bad tricks Draven is planning next, I know one thing for sure. The price for those sacred grounds is too big. Mireya and his mother do not have enough pack resources to pay for it. In the end, Draven will have to use his own vault to buy it for him.

he said and I wondered if all bored billionaires were as sick in the head as himself. “So it is true that you launched this game simply because you were bored?'' I asked, trying to keep the venom from my words. “Of course. I know what you are thinking but with all this money and so little time left to spend it I needed to find a way to make this life feel exciting till the end,” he said, taking no offense to my words. “If I be honest with you Mr. Romani then you are definitely a twisted person but I assure you that your business will be in good hands,” Draven said and Romani laughed at his words.

All I wanted was to numb these thoughts, to feel light again, even if it was only for a moment. As the driver drove me to the pub, I entered the pub, the pub was a little bit dimly lit and smelled of stale beer. I ordered a drink, then another, trying to drown out the noise in my head. The alcohol warmed my body, but it didn’t touch the coldness inside me. As I stared at the glass in my hand, a waitress approached. "Asher Blackwood?" she asked a note of recognition in her voice. "Yeah, Asher Blackhood, the famous billionaire, you’ve been all over the news. What are you doing here?"