Dear Draco Novels & Stories

he groaned and irritatingly licked his jagged lips. "What is the contract about?" I raised my brows in a query. Draco scoffed and positioned his intertwined hands on the table. "Since when do you think you can question me? You are still the ten years old weak Sophia whose mother left behind with us" He groaned and lick his lips again.

All I can think about is who is this angel? She’s captivated me in a terrible way. It’s as if she has me under a spell. Dr. Vardy is speaking, but I can’t hear anything passed the roaring of blood rushing through my ears. Hot and untamable desire pulsing through my body and sending all my blood south. “Dr. Andreas, Dr. Johnson, and I will be your attendings. Each one of you will be assigned under the care of one of us.”

Princeps autem Draco excitavit. Translated it says. ‘Be kind for as long as you can. When you feel your boundaries are being pushed. When you feel the thing inside you awaken, and they still do not listen. Unleash the Dragon they awakened.’ When the people below see me, they scream and scatter in all directions. The guards keep their positions as I circle high before I turn and fly down towards the courtyard, landing in the centre of them, directly above Drake, protecting him. “Raaaaar!”

“Why do you not want me to bother?” “Because she is ordered not to interact with you. Dragons are loyal, so if I tell her not to do something, she won’t. If she does disobey me though, she will experience an intense pain that will make her wish she could die.” Cyran shrugged as he started heading upstairs. “Why do you always have to be an ass?” Placing my hands on my hips, I started rethinking the part about wanting to be in a rush to escape. “Oh, by the way, did you like everything that my Maid bought for you? If there is anything else you need, just let me know.” He turned toward me, with one foot on the bottom step, appearing to be uninterested in what I said.

The waitress's face went pale in an instant. "Miss, I don't understand what you're talking about. There must be some misunderstanding." "There's no misunderstanding, Der Penner," I repeated in Virellian. It basically meant "pauper." "I didn't expect a server at a high-end restaurant to have such a nasty attitude. Is this how you treat your customers? Apologize right now, or this isn't over." It was the birthday of my boyfriend, Draco Leroyce, and I didn't want to make a scene. I would have let it go with a sincere apology, but I hadn't expected the waitress to be this shameless.

The maid opened the window when she heard the noise. 'Elena, please tell the young lady that we have entered the Baron's territory. 'Okay.' Sitting across from Elena was a young girl in a mage's robe. She had a slender figure and jade-like skin, with long black hair that reached down to her waist. Her beautiful and delicate face was only slightly better than that of a goddess, especially those black eyes that had a charm that could captivate a person's soul. Kristen Stewart, the only daughter of Baron Stewart, a dragon vein wizard of the first order and a magician of the first order, has the title of the most beautiful tulip in Brittany.

My fated mate shut me out of our bond for the ninety-ninth time just as the last spark of dragonfire inside me began to die. I walked into the Oath Hall of Obsidian Keep alone. Black stone stretched beneath my feet, cold enough to bite through my slippers, and every step made the cracked channels around my dragon core grind deeper into my chest. “I’m here to renounce the Obsidian Court and dissolve my life-bond with the Dragon Lord.” The clerk took in my bloodless face and lowered his voice. “Lady Ashton, once I set the seal, the Court will no longer be required to protect you. Are you certain?” My dragonfire had been unstable since birth, leaving me weaker than most dragonkin. When I was te

I wanted somewhere that felt still enough for what needed to be said. When I arrived, Liam was already seated. He had a glass of whisky in front of him, neat, the way he always drank it. For a moment he didn't notice me. His attention was fixed on his phone, his expression serious, almost troubled. Then he sensed me. His head lifted, and his eyes found mine immediately. "Princess." The name left his mouth as he stood. Hearing it again after the distance of the past week hit harder than I expected. I had prepared myself for formality, maybe a restrained greeting, something that matched the coldness of the last few days. I did not expect what followed.

Upon hearing Gloria’s remark, the nurse who sought the autograph earlier giggled and said, “I envy you very much, Ms. Gloria. War Legate Draco has never shown concern for women.” “That’s right, that’s right! It’s very rare to see him like this in the past. He has always been ice-cold and rather terrifying.” “Ms. Gloria, you will surely be blessed with a good life in the future!”

Draco replied and shrugged his shoulder lazily Which made me think his behavior seem very indifferent then his usual behavior… “Draco, I don’t know what you are thinking… but let me tell you one thing now and clear… I am not going to help Maximus… so if there is anything going on in your mind then scrap it” I replied to him sternly, unexpectedly Draco didn’t argued with my decision and only replied me with a short “Hmmm….”