Draco Malfoy Black Suit Novels & Stories

You almost bellows. "I'm not sure what you mean ba. I'm fine" I answer. "Look at me Draco" he says gesturing to himself. So, I do. I take in his dark hair that is always slick blacked. I see his robing which is colored brown today but is always rimmed in gold thread. I see is wooden geta that also have sparkles of gold in them. I look back to his face and see his dark eyebrows raised and his purses lips.

She coldly raised her eyes. Draco nodded and locked the door behind. "I also have my suspicions, but she'ld be stupid to try anything funny." "Are you also underestimating her? Leonardo can't seem to look past her body or whatever shit he's obsessed with!" She gritted as Draco took off his formal jacket. The triskeles tattoo which all the Kelions had peeked above the collar of his black shirt, on his neck region. "You can't really blame him though. She's a real looker.... But she won't catch me off guard." He promised as his tie went off next.

" Knock. Knock. " There seemed like someone was at the door. It was Draco. So I wasn't dead after all. Or was I? He didn't look anything like the Draco I had met. This one looked more like a God. His hair was all white. His eyes glowed. They were a shade of the sky above. He had some sort of an armour on him. No, wait. It was no armour, it looked more like silvery scales. " So you are finally up. Have you recovered well? "

Brandon was in a black suite with burgundy shirt. Desiree was in a beautiful blue dress much like Rosalie's. Drezic matched her with his top but wore a grey suite. Each boy much the same other then Tasrin who wore just a grey vest. He was to warm in his jacket. Everyone knew it was probably due to his tenth birthday coming up. Many ready to emerge dragons start seeing signs within the year of shifting.

The two piece suit on his body molded his perfect physique, a limited edition diamond glam wristwatch was fastened on his wrist and a queer old watch was fastened on top of it, if not for the scar on the side of the face, the man would have been the perfect model for any fashion magazine, even though he was putting on a corporate business suit, it didn't lessen his menacing aura. The three experts were flanked at Draco's side, thier pose were overbearing, any other person would have felt pressured but the man remained unfazed, the grin on his face even grew wider. " We're just going to have a casual chat, why do you need to bring so much company" He drawled lazily. Draco sat down on the chai

If I had to face this drakaina alone I know I would have likely fainted. Behind the Queen are two attendants. One male and one female and both very young. They are wearing matching outfits of pale blue silk, their wings small and folded behind them. The drake has a warm glow about him, like captured sunlight, his skin a tawny brown like days spent too long on a beach. His hair looks like a fallen star, starting with black at the roots and extending out in every direction with a fade from black into purple then red, orange, and finally pale blonde. His eyes are coal black.

Dracul was wearing an elegant suit, one that cut across his chest in the best possible way. He wasn't wearing a tie and the top button of his shirt was undone. He was wearing deep navy and blue and it's suited him beautifully. Befitting of a Lord, he was dressed in what looked like the finest silk blend. And he wore it all. His hair, in the light, was a rich deep brown. It was a little bit long, brushing his collar as he leaned back to the chair with ease becoming a ruler. His skin wasn't as pale as I had thought. I didn't think he was getting that much sun, but there was a healthy glow to it that highlighted his angled cheekbones and strong jawline.

Not long after a man entered De La Crush, several pairs of eyes glanced towards the door where a middle-aged man had just entered. The man was neatly dressed, in a light blue suit with black stripes that seemed expensive. A stick was in the man's grip even though he was walking normally, the stick was more like an accessory like the emblem of men of aristocratic descent in the Victorian era. Mia was about to greet a guest who walked closer to her, but she froze when she saw the man's face clearly. Her heart was beating fast, and her hands were shaking so much that she was squeezing her fingers behind her body to hide her reaction. Her eyes wildly looked around, looking for a way to escape fr

“He’s out!” “The legate is out!” “Hooray! War Legate Draco has finally come out!” Draco donned a black military suit—looking valiant and exuding a powerful, heroic bearing—had finally shown up before the people. This time, he was not wearing his face shield. His handsome face was chiseled to masculinity perfection and his indomitable, strong body exuded boundless murderous intent. Everyone was excited. Every single person was emotional beyond comparison.

She had turned to the door when I did and had seen the movements at the door. “It’s Draco.” I widened my eyes at the note of finality in my voice and Millie stared at me, brows raised. The door opened, and Draco walked into the room in his full glory. He was wearing a sleek black shirt with dark green pants that clung to his broad chest and accented his narrow waistline. His blonde hair had increased in length, almost reaching his shoulders. He was my mate. My Draco. Once he appeared in the room, all I wanted was to run into his arms and stay there, taking in his scent through my nostrils.