Bottom Draco Malfoy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

* clap* Celea slapped Draco on the back of his head not caring of all the eyes that were on them right now " aw, what did you do that for?" asked Draco while rubbing the back of his head " I decide how and when to be the main character you idiot I don't like it when someone else is trying to put me in the position of one" Celea sighted once again " Gina she hit my head" Draco than went to his mate to complain about Celeas accion

"Did you say there's a dragon beneath the cave? I thought all the dragons died out thousands of years ago?" "You also thought that unicorns and werewolves were legends until a year ago. Here we are living among you now, so who's to say that dragons aren't real and walking this earth as well. There is a great dragon beneath the cave and his name is Draco. Draco is a great green dragon with hot fire and tough scales. His eyes are yellow and his tongue is red and he wants all the world of men to be dead. The last time he saw a human he burned them alive. I think you should tell him that you are a witch. That should save your life."

Maika grumbled, annoyed that she hadn’t seen her twin brother since the awakening. “He left with Sir Draco to C Country, my lady,” Anne said, blushing at the mention of Draco’s name. Draco is the highest-ranking Royal Guard in the palace. He is assigned exclusively to protect the reigning royal family. With his powerful aura, well-built physique, and irresistibly handsome face, it’s no wonder every woman in the palace swoons over him. Beyond his title, Draco's bloodline is second only to the Vellarias in purity. He grew up alongside Malko and is his best friend—but was always a thorn in Maika’s side.

Bluey wrapped her legs around his waist and dipped her face in his shoulders as she inhaled his scent . . . Draco gritted his teeth from where he hid "I hate him. I failed again"He cursed and bite harder on his lower lip. He looked around and when he saw no one, he brought out his phone He quickly dialed the first number in his call log. It rang. Draco peeped to make sure nobody was closed by He heard someone's voice from the other side of the phone and that's when he realized he has picked "we both failed again. We need to get a Plan B. I bet she will recover her memory soon"He whispered

She stomped away. I chugged the drink and placed down the glass with a thud. “Am I drunk or are you seeing what I’m seeing?” I narrowed my eyes at some man who was now harassing the green head. “That’s Malfoy.” Storm’s jaw ticked. “It’s him.” I clenched my hands. Does he even know what this place is? I doubted that. Junior would’ve gotten him the moment he was recognized.

As time passed, Drago grew more skilled in harnessing his supernatural abilities, embracing his true nature. But it was unknown to them that the medication had no cure to the pain on his forehead. It had only subsided and hadn't taken it off completely. Sorceress Scarlet knew it was time to pay a visit to the Malfoy family and tell them about the scar on Drago's forehead. While they all sat together in the sitting room, Scarlet appeared in their midst. Diego and Luna Malfoy didn't flinch since they were already used to her appearance. "Wasn't expecting to see you, Scarlet." Diego said, rubbing his chin.

Draco groaned in annoyance hearing a knock at the door. Who would dare to disturb him at this hour of the night? Another rampant knock on the door had him wanting to strangle the person to death. Sitting upright he tossed his legs out of the bed and pulled the sheets covering the thing that needed to be covered as he barked, "come in," while raking his fingers through his luscious black hair. The door opened only to reveal a rather drunk Dexter. He teetered inside the room before discarding himself on the couch. "Brother," He rasped looking at Draco with an expression he was well aware of.

" Knock. Knock. " There seemed like someone was at the door. It was Draco. So I wasn't dead after all. Or was I? He didn't look anything like the Draco I had met. This one looked more like a God. His hair was all white. His eyes glowed. They were a shade of the sky above. He had some sort of an armour on him. No, wait. It was no armour, it looked more like silvery scales. " So you are finally up. Have you recovered well? "

“I love being troubled by you, little bird. Mess up my life more. As long as you don’t leave me, I’ll be fine.” I bit my bottom lip to stop the overwhelming feeling from making me cry. In one snap of my fingers, a swooshing sound came and Draco was already hanging upside down, hanging from a thick branch of a tree while vines were crawling around him, pulling his shirt off his body until it dropped to the ground, leaving him bare-chested. “I know you want me naked, but you just need to wait a little while…” he teased me. I rested my back against the tree and folded my arms before smirking at him. “Order them to put you down…”

Isolde peered down at the grounds, trying to see if she'd find Carldo, but instead she found her enemy, Draco. He stood high and mighty, addressing a group of males who knelt before him, covered with bruises. Isolde took that moment to study Draco's features. He had a well-proportioned body, easily the hottest she had seen in Abbator. This morning, his long, dark hair was curled and tied at the nape of his neck, leaving a few fringes on his forehead. He was nearly seven feet tall, the tallest male she'd ever seen. Though she wasn't close to him now, she could feel his aura, the power that floated from his being.