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“Hate is too simple a word to be used for something like this. He’s my twin, Nyla, my own flesh and blood… I don’t hate him, I simply want to tear him apart and wear his skin on my body to remind him who the real monster in this family really is. But hate? No. Hate is for mortals. What I feel is… art.” Nyla shivered at the amount of disdain in his voice, although it still thrilled her at the same time. How she had missed this adventurous thrill… the dangerous game of words, the way Draco’s madness tasted like champagne and fire. She dropped her voice into that seductive yet mocking tone only she could manage. “Still dramatic. Still obsessed. And still apparently still fucking anything that b

“In fact, when I raised my spear, she offered the eggs so that I may spare her. Pathetic if you ask me.” David had a cold face but he didn’t like it. The enemy, the Draco, was an animal before it became sentient. Killing it should be painless but it has come to this. He saw the Draco’s body tighten with anger. More blood started to spill from its wounds. The Draco’s eyes tightened with murderous intent. Blue fire was building up in its mouth. David internally flinched as saw unbelievably hot fire build up in the Draco’s body. It was terrifying but it was his plan anyway.

No matter what those men did, it didn’t warrant such a horrible death. “I see you marvel at the works of my hand,” he intoned, his voice filled with glee. Strong hands rested on her shoulders and twisted her enough to stare back at the carnage. “It didn’t take long to carve out this beautiful piece out of them, mouthy.” She squirmed in his arms, hating the lilt in his voice. This man here was deranged, mindless. As if he could read her thoughts, Draco hummed. “Only someone as mindless as I am would create such beautiful art, little bird,” Draco said, tracing her skin with his dagger, the very one he’d used to butcher the males.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

Miles stuck out his head and said boldly, "It's not all from you." Draco raised his jaw arrogantly. "If it weren't for my son, no matter how many great genes your mother has, how could they be passed on to you?" Cough! Cough! Uncle Ford coughed twice suddenly as if to remind Draco of something. He suddenly returned to his senses and glanced at Catelyn awkwardly. Draco cleared his throat and waved at Uncle Ford. "What a lovely painting. I love it! Please take the two young boys to choose a frame for it and hang it up in my study room."

Draco smiles and kisses my cheek before he walks away. Closing my eyes, I take a breath. I know that uncle Draco is right. A true artist exposes their soul, and it’s time for me to get out of my comfort zone. Plus, it’s not like being safe has gained me anything. Just look at my disastrous rejection. I waited years with so much hope, only to be slapped with a painful dose of reality that my mate wants nothing to do with me.

She said, "Daddy was actually laughing when you showed him the drawing." "Yes, he was. What about it, Drago?" "That's because he knows you drew the worst. Daddy just didn't want to tell you how much the drawing looked odd and totally different from what he looks like. So, don't get so high hopes." "Hmm. Daddy will never laugh at my drawing. You're just being jealous, okay?" While Luna Malfoy listened to them, all that kept ringing in her head was "Am I dreaming or what? Why are they sounding more like a young adult?" She wondered.

Luka was wondering what’s going on in Draco’s head. “Then why did you send me to give her those herbs that healed her?” Draco smiled when he heard the question. “I want her to go through every pain with her mental health normal.” Luka thought he was evil but listening to Draco made him realize he was just being very nice because Draco works harder than the devil himself. “You are the main villain no one saw coming.” Luka said to Draco with a smile. “I love that for myself.” Draco replied to him with a smile on his face.

he grumbled, and began walking away. Snapping out of my trance, I hastily adjusted my dress. The thought of fleeing this place forever crossed my mind, but it was a futile thought. Wherever I ran, Draco would find me. He was a feared mafia lord, reigning over this city. "Girl... Come here," Draco's sharp, cold command snapped me back to reality. When I looked up, I saw him fully dressed, exuding a dangerous aura. Despite his chilling demeanor, there was no denying his striking handsomeness. He appeared to be in his twenties, but such details hardly mattered. He was a ruthless mafia lord at such a young age.

He glares at her with a deadly look in his eyes, his hold so strong it is almost crushing her wrist, causing her pain but it’s Draco’s indifference that hurts the most. “Oh c’mon Mouse, let the little bird come to play,” the other guy at the table smirks at her, talking to the big guy, his eyes having two different colours of red and green, his hair, a white mohawk. He flicks out a fancy pen knife and stirs the contents of his glass with it before licking the sharp edge and smiling at Raven with his blood coated teeth. “What is this Draco, how are you alive? Who are these people?”