Draca From Itsfunneh Novels & Stories

She craved to be chosen openly, shamelessly with no hesitation. When he entered her life, he gave her exactly that, intense affection, gentle touches, long conversations, and a kind of desire she had never known. For a sheltered girl who has always felt invisible, his warm affection always felt like a light at the end of a tunnel. But behind the desire lay something heavier. His temper, his violent stories, the weight of his complicated past, and the quiet way he consumed her emotionally began to drain her. Torn between the only man who made herpersonal story about the dangers of being intensely desired and the courage it takes to choose oneself over the person who makes you feel everyth

Pax grinned widely, brushing his hands in anticipation, and Ethan crossed his arms, intensively watching us. “I see the backstage timeout do you good.” Pax teased. “Shuddup. Let’s roll,” Clay snapped, but there was no sense of aggression in his tone. Red and yellow lights slowly illuminate two bodies in the center, holding each other close. As Trey cues the music volume will turn up (when it’s ready), Dracula and Lucy take a few steps back and dance to depict how Dracula is waiting to take her away to be one of his brides.

It had the shape of a wolf's head with an open mouth, which continued with a dragon's body, made of textile or leather that swelled in the wind, making a noise that mimicked the howls of wolves terrifying the enemy and formed a horizontal serpentine flag. It took me a long time to connect all the dots. The reference was clearly about the wolves. A wolf’s head clearly meant an alpha. The dragon was what puzzled me for years. That was until I heard of Paul Mateescu. His way of keeping the supernatural beings under a tight leash of rules earned him the nickname of Dragon, Draco in old Dacian. Bingo! But the man I’ve been stalking for days already isn’t what I thought. The papers keep talking ab

Chapter eleven Serena's POV I was setting a table for a circus family, and honestly, I deserved a medal for it. There was a pig, a junior pig, an upcoming stripper, a drug addict pretending to be a nun, an anti-prodigal son with anger issues the size of a continent, and then there was the mysterious queen mother herself; Octavia Draven. If patience was truly a virtue, then by now I should have qualified for sainthood. Unfortunately, I preferred champagne to halos, and revenge to forgiveness.

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The baby smiled as he slept, as if dreaming. "You even smile, you little brat. " The creature retorted as Damian smiled. "You are such an actor. " Liana looked up at him, with eyes filled with anger, wonder and confusion. He definitely sensed that and began, " Human, do you have any idea who you are dealing with right now? Do you? Of course you don't. I am the king and lord of the mighty Dragon realm. The one and only ruler of the blessed dynasty, the robust and fearsome, Draco. "

“Now it would be Nick.” “Charlotte and Jessica can block the stairway with magic,” Malachi said and I nodded. “I’ll be in my cloak,” Kiran said and Adara shot him a glare. “No fire, I promise. I’m never going back to Helheim.” “How many guns do you have in the house?” Malachi asked and Charlotte started to laugh. “Nine in the house and seventeen in the forest,” I said and he shook his head as he chuckled. “I guess I’ll take a gun or two,” Malachi said.

He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate. Madchen on the other hand, was mesmerized by her handsome dark suitor, who claimed he loved her. Maybe dragons were more passionate than humans ever dreamed, and maybe she had fallen under his magical spell, and she was hopelessly smitten by this magical being who wrapped her protectively in his shiny onyx wings. “I see she didn’t get far,” Madchen pulled away from Drago’s arms, to find Nick standing there, shiny crimson wings unfolded from his back. He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on.

It wasn't my fault. "She is a wildfire," Draca laughed. "I love how her hips swayed from left to right. Can't wait to have a piece of her," he said. "Don't you have other things to think about aside from sex huh?" I asked him. "You've forgotten who I am?" Draca asked and burst into another round of laughter. "Don't be stupid Fenrir. You want her as much as I do so stop acting like you are the saint," Draca said.

he gritted his teeth. Drake sighed. “No, let me deal with those punks!” he hissed. “I’m the one they needed, and I want to face those idiots and kill them barely with my hands.” He gritted his teeth and looked at rouges. “Oh, well, well, well. . .” A rouge in a black cloak appeared and said,” . . . how are you alpha? Why are you rushing back to your royal house?” Drake’s fists crumpled. “Don’t talk and let me kill you, punk!” he growled.