Draco Love Novels & Stories

Carla's face goes pale and for a moment she looks genuinely shocked, like she can't believe what she's hearing from him after all this time together. "You would risk everything we've built together over the years?" "What we have isn't love, Carla; it's obligation and bitterness and nothing more than that. I'm done pretending otherwise just to make you feel better about yourself." Draco pushes past her toward the exit, but her voice stops him cold and makes him freeze. "If you walk out that door, Draco, if you choose her over our bond and everything it means, then you're choosing to destroy both of us." He turns back to look at her one more time, and his eyes are completely cold and empty of

Draco question caught him off guard. "I...." he stumbled for the first time thinking...., Do he love Sabrina? Do he really love his wife? Is he even loving her? He doesn't understand it.... "I don't know....but I know I really care for her....enough to trust her...." he told him honestly. "You look at her I look at Lily....with love and adoration... I guess you are confused with your feelings....did your wife confessed her feelings to you ever?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow. Though Alessandro was never the one to disclose personal matters but here it seems he really need help....

He said in a tired voice, "I'm so sorry I didn't tell you I was in love with you in the beginning. Will you say my name again?" Old Madam Atherton immediately burst into tears. She whispered, "Draco..." Hearing Old Madam Atherton say his name, he smiled with satisfaction like a child who had been rewarded with candy. "It's too bad I didn't tell you I love you sooner. We should have spent our lives together." "Stop it, Draco. Don't say it again..." Draco then nodded with a smile. He watched Old Madam Atherton's face, and he became sleepy. He looked out to sea and pointed to the seagulls.

King Ate POV These incompetent fools. I have told them time and time again not to fall in love. Love is weakness. Women make you weak. Just look at my father. He found his mate and died trying to save her. I do realize that she was my mother, however, the love he had for her made him weak. He would still be alive if he didn't lose his head and jumped in front of a bullet. I have heard the rumours flying around the caves. I know my people want me to find my mate and have babies. This is never going to happen. Not even to mention that there hasn't been a female dragon mate born in almost two hundred years.

Reminding me of what I did 14 years ago “Sure… but why can’t you let him meet her sister first?” “Here we go again.” He leans his head to me, hold my chin with his cold right hand and say “We do not question the command; we just do it.” With this distance, I could clearly see his deep green eyes with dark brown lining, it sparkles when he speaks even if he is angry he looks so good. His muscular chest fit his breast plate very well, on his back is a huge two-edged sword that he uses to redeem lives. He is riding on a dark shinny horse he named as Hugo.

I looked at Alpha Drax, but he was deep into the conversation they were having. “This is Evo, my date for tonight. Evo, this is Lyra, Our Luna to be.” He introduced us, and she slightly bowed her head. I nervously smiled, feeling awkward as I wasn’t use to the attention yet. “She should keep you company while we are out.” He said as he placed a kiss on her hand. “Bye ladies,” he said, then ran to catch up with the others. We stood there in a comfortable silence for a while. “The rich love’s milking others for their gain.” Evo spoke, breaking that silence.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

"I'm afraid I would end up losing you." Her heart slammed, filling once more with love for him. she was absolutely breathless now. She never thought she could love him more. He was broken, broken by the tragedy of his parents. Scared that if he admitted aloud to loving her, she would be lost. But Beth knew better, she knew she would not be, she could never love another nor leave him. She loved the Duke of Carlisle and nothing could change it. He was the one she loved.

“And it happens to be the one thing he hates most.” “What’s that?” Larissa asked, eyeing the small bottle in my hand. “A binding ritual,” I replied, staring at the shimmering liquid inside. “I have to be bonded to him.” “To him? As in lord Vladimir?” Her voice rose in disbelief. “My lady, you can’t be serious. You can’t bind yourself to the Dragon King, that will ruin you.” Ruin me? What was that supposed to mean? “I suppose that’s a bit of an exaggeration, Larissa?” I asked casually, though the look on her face told me it wasn’t. She was dead serious.

My laptop history was a testament to it—the endless tabs of dark erotica, the niche p**n sites, the stories that pushed boundaries most people wouldn’t even consider. Liam, bless his vanilla heart, had never understood it. He’d barely understood a missionary position on a Tuesday night. But Draco… Draco understood. He didn’t just understand; he fed it. He was a walking, breathing manifestation of every dark fantasy I’d ever scrolled through. And now he was my professor. The thought should have sent me running for the hills, transferring departments, changing my major. Instead, it made my clit twitch. My body, always so quick to betray me, was already anticipating the next encounter. The next