Dinah Drake Black Canary の小説・ストーリー

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

Cynthia looked at Drake who looks furious. 'What have you done Nyra? I can see you like this dragon. He seems to like you too. Then what about your mate? What will you do when he comes back to claim his rightful place by your side. You landed yourself in a mess. What have you done Nyra?' Cynthia thought with distress. After composing himself Drake turned towards Cynthia and nodded his head with respect. "Mrs. Adams, I am Drake Hamilton" he introduced himself politely. Cynthia's mind reeled with shock.

He chuckled and said, "Tone down your voice." Drake let out a long sigh before casting an eye across to Emily. He gave her a little head shake before gently petting her pallid hand. Damn it! There is an issue with the Alpha, who appears to have a problem with his stray. ’ Dillon had this concept about the beta. He considered asking him for more but ultimately decided against it. After Drake had finished speaking, Dillon maintained his silence. “Dillon?” "Yes, alpha?" Drake sighed. He questioned, "How are you able to declare that you like a woman?"

Swift, Dylan's right hand and Black Estates' Assistant Manager. *****

“I need you to get close to Nathanial Taurine. If he helps me execute my plan, I will offer him the Drakos territory, the territory I know my grandfather took from them thirteen years ago after a deal they made turned sour.” Wagging my fingers, gesturing for her to come closer, I tuck my gun behind my back and when she obeys, I lower my head, so my lips are a whisper away from her ear. “If Nathanial finds out that you are the reason his little princess's back is sliced to hell, he will rip your fucking head off. News flash... Birdene Black is the long-lost Taurine princess, Little Drakos.”

017: Echoes [Carnelia] Standing before me, and behind me, are the same handsome drake. His skin is the color of wet river rocks, dark and smooth, his eyes bright flames. His hair is blacker than the darkest shadow as are his scales which glow with a cool iridescence. I have known his voice since before I was born, the sweet song of it haunting my dreams for a lifetime, lulling me to sleep even as I shivered with fear over the uncertainty of tomorrow.

Call me when you are ready <3 Who the fuck was Dylan and what did he do to Dove?

Madchen was in awe, she had never seen such a beautiful sight, and her eyes lit up with wonder. An arm wrapped around her waist, and she looked up to see Drago peering over her shoulder. His long black hair was slicked back with a leather strap at the nape of his neck, and he was dressed in a green t-shirt and khaki shorts. “Do you like it here?” he asked her? “It’s beautiful,” Madchen was entranced by the tropical beauty of the Keys. “Not as beautiful as you,” “HuH” Drago grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her to face him.

Like the thin, sweet smile that Natty shower could change Drake’s mood. Even when the day gets so bad as the sky gets so dark, Natty’s smile becomes a light in his evil heart as if that thin smile brought the sun back to Drake’s sky. Drake’s love for Natty is so great that spending time with Natty alone can make him very happy, if Natty holds his hand then it will make Drake jump for joy that’s why Drake got the nickname Natty’s love slave. Drake’s like a slave who doesn’t want to be separated from Natty.

Amidst a wave of exclamations, Drake, who was located in a private room not far from Severin's, dressed in a bright yellow robe embroidered with golden dragons and clouds, looked at the Bianca Grass on the stage and his eyes lit up. "I didn't expect Eastern Sea City to have a ninth-grade herb!" Ninth-grade herbs were hard to come by, and countless supreme paragons would be willing to break their heads over them. Even with the Dragonoid's wealth spanning the Four Seas and its profound heritage, there weren't many ninth-grade spiritual herbs in their treasury.