Bottom Draco Malfoy の小説・ストーリー

Suddenly, he was seized and pulled off the alleyway, finding himself in a dark room with his supposed captor shutting the door behind him. "Atrocious?" Draco called out uncertainly. Two claps later, and the room was bathed in glowing yellow lights. A man of Draco's age entered the room, walking towards Draco. Draco chuckled, "It still smells of bougainvillea, I see," he motioned to the room. Atrocious was not only the seer of the clan but also a wizard. Behind the clan's all-seeing eyes, Atrocious was Draco's childhood friend. "I got rid of them, just as you suggested," Atrocious replied, rolling his eyes dramatically. He gestured for Draco to take a seat.

, making Alfred zip his mouth immediately. That is how Draco has always been. He never listens to anyone nor does he take opinions. He does only what benefits him and will never back down when he sets his mind on something. “That stubborn for nothing and proud airhead” Alfred grunted and Draco howled a thick “I can hear you, do you know that?” at which Alfred scoffed at, and stated “Do your worse” before sticking out his tongue. ****

Draco asked. "They are here Master. That woman along with that ancient vampire." Joey replied. "Where?" Draco asked as he stood up from his chair. "Into the woods my Lord. They just passed the barrier." Joey replied. "You go back to your place. I know what I have to do next." Draco said and started climbing down the staircase of his castle. He opened the door of his basement and looked at all the witches still busy in their works. He passed through them all and went to the room into the end of the hallway. He opened the door and the witch inside bowed her head.

I ask. “I have no idea how much he was giving you. Maybe by tomorrow, you can walk. Aurora can help you bathe until you are steady. I am sure me doing it was embarrassing enough,” Draco says. “That would be great,” I say. “I am having a bed moved up here in this room so the two of you can share a room,” he says. “Oh. So you do not keep people tied up in the basement,” I ask. “No, I had to have her delivered like that. I tried talking to her at Craig's she wouldn’t listen to me. She forced me into putting on a show,” Draco says.

Frustrated and left with no options, the Draco rears its head backward and releases a concentrated plume of fire on the ground where Elizabeth was lying on. The Draco’s body heated up in anger. It continued to breathe more fire, slowly turning the ground into ash and glass but it didn’t stop. The fiery plume turns to a shade of blue as its soul releases a lot of power. Eventually, the Draco stops to survey its work. Once the fire settles, the Draco sees that the ground was obliterated into nothing but Elizabeth was still fine, albeit a bit smokey. This was the last straw for the Draco. Charging forward, it strikes Elizabeth’s body with a powerful claw.

I inquired, my voice barely above a whisper. Draco's expression shifted, a hint of mischief playing in his gaze. "They are no longer a threat," he said cryptically. "I turned them into reptiles and banished them to the depths of the underworld." A gasp escaped my lips, my astonishment mingled with a touch of trepidation. The power that Draco possessed, the ability to transform and banish his adversaries, both fascinated and frightened me. I had never witnessed such otherworldly magic before, and it made me crave such strength.

DRACO Draco woke up with a jolt, he hurriedly got into his clothes he'd scattered around the previous night while he was trying to get into Stacey's panties. He needed to be home before Tyler got up, if not he wouldn't hear the end of the teasing. He laughed to himself, here he was a grown ass man, sneaking around to go be with his girl. He looked over at Stacey, she appeared really knocked out, they'd gone another round later in the night, him entering her from the side, both of them barely awake. He tiptoed, around the room, trying not to get her awake as he fished for his belt. After a minute or two of searching, he finally found it. He dropped a light kiss on Stacey's forehead, followed

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.

Gage, Leo, and Talon. He couldn’t keep in mind them. He knew he was a DJ at Talon’s club and had a fundamental impression of the man, but nothing more. He caught on they’d been companions for a long time, and he felt awful that he couldn’t keep in mind, but his intellect was fair a blank. Draco was wheeling himself down a wide corridor, cheerful that the house was enormous sufficient that he never got his chair caught in corners or entryways. He despised the chair and felt like he didn’t require it any longer, but the specialists had demanded he remain off his feet.

There was a small pool of blood under her head, soaking into the rug. Draco rose, stretched himself lazily, and walked over to her corpse. He crouched, gripping her chin and forcing her slack jaw shut as if he was mocking her silence. “You hear that, sweetheart?” he whispered with a cruel smile. “Looks like Daddy’s getting promoted. No more scraping for leftovers in the shadows. No more answering to petty bosses and puffed up Alphas who think their cocks are bigger than mine. No…” He let her head fall back with a heavy thud. “Time to carve myself a throne out of blood and bones.”