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His cocky demeanor faltered. Draco hadn't moved. His posture was rigid, his gaze burning into me. I could feel the intensity of it, like a physical touch, a possessive claim. The air around him seemed to crackle with suppressed fury and undeniable arousal. I reveled in the power of it. I leaned closer to Mark, my voice dropping conspiratorially, but still loud enough for Draco to hear. “He’s very… thorough. And he doesn't like tardiness.” Mark cleared his throat. “Right. Well. Um. So… you wanna grab coffee sometime?” He was flustered.

Now everytime Draco smiled or touched me, it made me feel hot over and that was not normal…at all. I took a small step back, and he immediately noticed. “What's wrong?" Draco asked, his brows pulled together in a slight front and his voice softened. "Did I do something wrong again? I'll apologise…” I shook my head quickly and smiled, “It's nothing." Just that you have a love at first sight face and a personality of an evil being. Before I could take another step back from him, he closed the gap. His arms wrapped around me tighter than usual and he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

He looked at the man. “What?” Draco raised his brows. “Produce children like a dog, you're such a sick bastard!” he growled, looking away. King Draco had never been disrespected in that manner in his entire existence. Anger boiled in him, he looked at Draven who stood with an indifferent attitude. “You are a bastard!” then Draco threw him the puzzle box that he had already placed on the table side. Draven’s eyes moved to the puzzle box as it came in the air and almost immediately Draven looked at it, it froze and dangled in the air gently.

As time passed, Drago grew more skilled in harnessing his supernatural abilities, embracing his true nature. But it was unknown to them that the medication had no cure to the pain on his forehead. It had only subsided and hadn't taken it off completely. Sorceress Scarlet knew it was time to pay a visit to the Malfoy family and tell them about the scar on Drago's forehead. While they all sat together in the sitting room, Scarlet appeared in their midst. Diego and Luna Malfoy didn't flinch since they were already used to her appearance. "Wasn't expecting to see you, Scarlet." Diego said, rubbing his chin.

he added with a grin, "I will be delving into some transformation spells today. It would be wise not to risk turning our beloved daughter into a fluffy rabbit, don't you think?" A burst of laughter erupted from my lips at the absurd yet endearing image painted by Draco's words. The thought of Zoey hopping around as a tiny rabbit brought a smile to my face. Draco's reasoning struck a chord, reminding me of the unpredictable nature of magic and the need for caution. "You have a point," I conceded, chuckling as I imagined Zoey's reaction to such a transformation. "I wouldn't want to spend the day chasing after a hopping baby rabbit." Draco's eyes sparkled with victory, and he wrapped his arms a

But I don't mind, it's delicious. "By the way Draco, Scarlet is already awake," Reed promised to Draco. So the bitch is awake. But I didn't react, I just acted like I didn't hear anything. First, because I don't care about him. Second, I don't like her. I don't understand that girl why her blood is hot for me and I can't just be nice to each other while that girl is insulting me. It's not a drama and I'm not a fan of oppressors.

Eventually I'd pass out and stop breathing, which is what I wanted soon. "Draco have you been working out? Your techinque for torture and that wip is really top notch. It's giving me chills. I love it." I tried wriggling my eyebrows at him but had no idea if they were working or not. Draco had a creepy smile on his face and he leaned in closer. "Maybe I'll go back to earth and start asking your little bastard where her witchy mother is and I'll be sure to fuck her too."

She fought back the small sound that rose in her throat—a sound driven by the heat that suffused her body and insinuated itself along her nerve endings in curling tendrils of desire. The gold flecks in Draco’s green eyes glinted as he watched her reaction. For someone she’d barely met, he seemed able to read her like a book. A tiny smile played around the sensual curve of his lips. He hadn’t even forgone his usual designer stubble for today’s memorial service, although he’d slicked back his glossy dark hair off his almost too perfect face, its length finishing in a ducktail at his nape. On any other man the style would look ridiculous, but on Draco… Blair swallowed against the sudden dryness

And you would have been killed had I not been here. "So I'm supposed to thank you,dear dark lord,for saving my life," she coughed pushing his hand away as she felt some sparks when he touched her. He was the cutest creature she had seen so far. He had red eyes like a ruby gem,his blonde hair was long reaching his shoulder,his skin was pure white which would definitely glow as a lamp in the dark.He was also tall with broad shoulders,his packs were still so visible even with the black hoodie he wore

The man who entered the room of the married couple was---Sir Dracu! Pale, handsome, thick eyebrows, wearing black pants and black top dress. And Sir's lips looked like he’s wearing cherry lipstick, because of the excessive redness. "King! Queen! What was Delia’s sin, and seems like you’re abusing her? Was it true that you’re throwing my child on a cliff? Huh!" Sir Dracu shouted at his parents. His face was full of grief over what had happened.