Draco Malfoy In Modern Clothes 소설 & 이야기

"I'll be the first one to get pregnant. My child will definitely be the next ruler of the alliance!" I ignored her tantrum and went off to prepare for my wedding in three days. In one thing, she wasn't wrong—the serpent clan was indeed very poor. I worried they might not even have the money for a proper gown, so I planned to prepare one myself. To my surprise, that very evening, Draco came in person to deliver my wedding dress. It was the first time I truly saw his face. His skin was pale, almost bloodless. His long, narrow eyes carried a quiet authority, and the emerald green of his irises held a mysterious depth. Yet the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye lent a subtle grace to his oth

My energy boxes had successfully transferred some energy to my mother. "Melody..." Malfoy arrived in mother's room. His eyes scanned the room as he called out to me. I had only just stepped out to accompany Gio to the toilet. I took some time to check him out. Malfoy has grown so tall and huge, I could barely recognize him. If It wasn't for his hair that was the same as mine, I could have taken him for someone else. He was so handsome. "Malfoy," my voice came out as a whisper, but he heard. He turned and his mouth hung open as he looked at me.

Edmund's body got goosebumps from the majestic aura he felt from the young man's figure. Draco Black. Draco landed gracefully on the ground. Gradually the shimmering light that enveloped his body dimmed. His figure looked clearer. His body was taller, stockier, and muscular. His black hair looks rather long with red, silver, green, and sky blue highlights. He looked more calm, mature, and charming. The aura of a king's majesty radiated from the way he looked and behaved. Edmund knelt in awe and reverence. "Greetings to The Great Dragon Prince, Draco Black," said Edmund in greeting.

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se—

Wraya very well knew there was much more reason for his master going to the market, but for this once he decided to keep his big mouth shut, and sneakily grab the peace of meat and fly away to Lord only knew where. Meanwhile Stefanos hurried to his room, pushing open the door to his closet and searching for his most best, yet casual attire. He hated to admit this, but he actually admired the way Draco dressed, fancy and yet casual. No one would really doubt that Draco was actually flaunting his richness by the way he dressed, but Stefanos knew better. I want to be like that too. So thinking, Stefanos mulled over all his article of clothing, excluding the robes he usually wore. He would go f

Draco seized my phone when I regained consciousness. On this very day, I was dressed up by a renowned fashion designer who had brought my wedding gown all the way from Turkey. Draco invited her and even chose the color and design of the gown, a magenta coloured gown with a fish tail design at the back and an off shoulder style. He got a Spanish pair of suits for his son.

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.

When opening the wardrobe, Bella finds more than ten sets of maid uniforms with black lines on their wrists, complete with a matching apron. Bella understood that this must be the uniform. Mr. Draco was referring to. Quickly she changed into a uniform from the wardrobe. After that, Bella looked in the mirror to see how she looked in her new appearance. She was a little surprised when she saw the reflection of her face. Although Bella believes herself to be quite neat and unpretentious, she looks much thinner now.

Draco replied coldly, his tone firm. Luna nodded obediently, her face paling slightly. “J-just a moment.” She stood up, about to leave, but Draco caught her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “Hm?” Luna looked back at Draco. “There’s a paper bag on the sofa with a new dress inside. Wear it,” Draco instructed firmly. Luna bit her lower lip. “You bought me a new dress, Draco?” “If not me, then who else?” Instead of answering, Draco shot back with a cold, assertive tone.

She understood this rooftop terrace was beautiful, but it was not beautiful enough for her to risk her identity being exposed. Private estate or not, they were still in Tokyo with their restless paparazzi. What if someone was with binoculars in one of these houses around, or worse with a sharp lense camera? Draco chuckled and stood up. His lopsided smile was arrogant but stunning as he walked up to her. The only clothing on him was a black set of swimming trunks, and it seemed he had just gotten out of that pool. There were still rivulets of water running down his hard chest, and his swimming trunk was wet and clinging to his body.