Novel & Cerita Draco Ginny

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

I did a few check-ins, sent what the work she had given me, and I scrolled through my messages for a while. Nothing out of the ordinary. I went down for breakfast afterwards. There Draco sat at one end of the long table, Marius at the other. In matching suits, the difference, Draco had just the inner white shirt on. Stone was surprisingly absent. The moment the twins noticed me, Draco immediately left his seat, he crossed the room in huge strides and he wrapped his arms around me. “Where's Stone?" I asked, as he planted a kiss on my nose and forehead. “He's probably asleep or cleaning up," Marius replied, not taking his eyes off the laptop in front of him.

Only after the door closed with a click and I heard his receding footsteps in the hallway did I look up. With a light slap on his arm, I threw Draco an accusing look, which made him shrug. “I want some alone time with my mate. That’s all.” He reached out to touch my face, and our eyes met. Draco’s eyes were filled with tender affection as he cradled my face like a precious jewel which he couldn’t get enough of. The sheer intensity of the situation kept me frozen, unable to glance away from those piercing gray orbs that promise sweet nothings.

He never broke the gaze too, he kept staring at her sad weary face for what looks like forever,his heart which seems like it stopped beating for ages started thumping too as he slowly held her hand "Bluey" he smiled They both stood as if in a slow mo. "it hurts Draco.... He never understands" she cried and without thinking, she hugged him "it keeps hurting allover again "She cried harder Draco embraced her in a warm hug and she started new tears afresh "Stop crying" he said, patting her back "I can't, I really can't stop the tears " She said tearfully. Draco pulled away from the hug and watched her hiccups. He held her face tenderly and wipes her tears with his fingets. He stared directly in

I was about to slip out when Greg caught me by the arm. “Loriah,” he said firmly, eyes serious. “I’m telling you this as a friend. Don’t let Draco break your heart.” I frowned. “Greg, I think I’m old enough to know what I’m doing.” Before he could answer, Draco appeared like a storm, his presence filling the room. His gaze dropped to Greg’s hand still circling my arm. His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. I swore he snarled before he shoved Greg back.

“Actually, scratch that. The gods themselves have reneged on their vow that the Age of Dragons was over.” Temujin dismissed her words and made towards the monster. He said in a panicky voice: “Griffin’s hurt.” Aki grabbed his sleeve. “We need a plan.”

It was time to change partners and as usual the fate had to test me. "Hey pretty doll?" Drake's hand went down to my waist and pressed me closer to his body. "I always knew that dress would look perfect on you.I feel like I could rip it out right now..." "You don't look bad yourself Drake Harrison" "If you plan is to make me hate Ian more the it's working.Lucky him I don't want to get my knuckles bloody tonight." He sneered. "You don't own me.I was about to kiss him when the MC requested we change partners..."

Her appearance made me feel insecure out of nowhere and I had a feeling she was Paul’s girlfriend. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Drake come down the stairs and I turned my head fully to gauge his reaction to the girl. A look I have never seen before took over Drake’s eyes and face as he saw her. His steps slowed as he approached where I was standing and when he was close enough, I knew what the look meant— Drake had feelings for the girl. My heart ached and when I looked back at the girl, I saw the same look in her eyes, directed toward Drake and not Paul.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

This was the pack’s acceptance and we would dance with everyone in the order of their rank. Charlotte was dancing with William and they both looked happy. I sat at the table and Malachi joined me and put a bottle of Scotch down in front of me. He refilled our glasses and looked intently at me. “I’m proud of you, Levi.”