Dear Draco Novels & Stories

, he answered with a weird chuckle. “Is that so? Then I should send over the rest to you. If it works for you, then I have no choice but to give you, so you can be completely cured. I have to take care of my subjects, you know”, Draco threw in but he waved it off tenaciously. “No my Alpha, I am not worthy of your precious wine. I will be alright after proper treatment” he laughed loudly, trying to cover his anxiousness. Draco laughed alongside him and they both increased the intensity of the laughter before Draco suddenly moved closer, the smile disappearing from his face.

He replied. “Draco, this is Felan, and she is why we are all here.” Ayri told him. “Well, finally I was growing restless. What are we facing?” He asked Felan. “Wow, and I thought only my father was an asshole.” Felan responded to his abrupt rudeness. “I beg your pardon.” Draco said. “Yes, you may certainly beg.” Felan said, not backing down. “Do you know who you are talking to?” He asked her. “Draco that is enough!” Skylar told him.

Why does he call Blair by her second name? "You knew my mother? Who are you?" Blair asked him as she seems a bit calmer now, and her fire has been slowly disappearing. "I thought you would recognize... but never mind, Little One. I apologize for not introducing myself beforehand. I am Dracovick Sperova. And---" He answered and told us his name, but my mate cut him off. "Oh, fudge! King Draco of the Vampires. Your Majesty, I'm sorry. Wait up... You are...? Oh, damn!" Blair let out and bowed before the man, and I am kind of getting something, too.

“Is there something wrong?” Draco turned from the desk where he’d been standing, reading a sheet of paper. He placed the paper and the cut crystal tumbler he’d held in his hand on the glossy wooden surface of the desk and crossed the distance between them, concern pulling his eyebrows into a frown. “No, I’m fine, I just wanted to talk to you a while. That’s all.”

Draco "Where's the document I am asking you?" Draco's brows were furrowed as he asked his secretary over the phone. He had sent her a text earlier, asking her to email him the document he needed. But two hours had already passed, and he still hadn't received any email from her. “Sir? W-what document?” she asked nervously. He could hear the tremble in her voice. “Did you read my message to you?” She didn’t answer right away. And from her silence, he already knew she hadn’t read his message.

He didn’t want to be an Alpha to him at that time but a friend who can understand his pain. “I am not your Alpha right now, I am your friend so just stay and enjoy the warm hug from your friend” he responded making Draco smile, he was glad to have someone there for him at his trying times after all, he has emotions so he could feel the pain of losing his child.

The dinner at Draco's house had already gone long into the evening. I just wore a simple dress, it was nothing fancy, but Draco's mother, the Luna, had complimented me kindly and I really felt honored. Draco's father, the Alpha, on the other hand, shook my hand firmly and told me to keep working hard in my studies. His words that made me smile since he was also a renowned trauma surgeon which was the very path I wanted to take. But after almost an hour, the tuned into something livelier and the wine began to flow and everything started to get a little too interesting. Elvira was not used to such prestigious guests, and the triplets' presence just pulled everyone's attention.

he smiled. I never got described as fragile, but a man with sisters who were warriors would probably think of me as fragile. “Why do you call him Draco?” I asked, ignoring his remark. “Do you know what Draco means?” he asked. “No” “It means devil. Haven’t you heard the legend of Dracula?” “No” I replied once again.

Draco was sitting on my bed. Drunk. Silent. His bare chest gleamed under the dim light, covered in faint scars. His slacks hung low on his hips. His hair was tousled, eyes bloodshot. A half-empty bottle of scotch sat beside him on the floor. He looked up at me slowly. And smiled. But it wasn’t the charming, smug grin he usually wore. This one was cold. Tired. Mad. “How the fuck did he get in here…” I whispered, backing toward the bathroom, but it was already too late.

, he brought a glass and handed it over to her and poured wine for her. “Thank you”, she said with a smile, she looked on at him with anticipation. “You are yet to see me become one with my favourite element, water”, he cleared his throat and bowed, “I am Lord Drago Mire”, he said in a thick funny accent, “I am a magician”, he bowed again. When he stood upright, he glared at her, “This is the point where you clap Raisel, haven’t you been to shows?” She laughed, “I’m so sorry Dragomir”, she stood to her feet and gave him a standing ovation, “Are you happy now?”