Novel & Cerita Draco Malfoy Long Hair

“You beast.” “I know. I’m worse than you can think of. I will wait till the day we met again. As your wolf would say, it’s either you choose death or death chooses you. Surprised that I know your words, Draco.” He pulled his mask off his face and tossed them aside. The scar above his eyebrows became more visible, he doesn’t have any gray hairs. It was dark and his eyes were gunmetal blue, his nose was pointed and his lips were thin. He did not have any beards or maybe he had shaved.

He felt the lock of the house but it was still firmly bolted. We unlocked the door and walked inside. As soon as we all went in, we stopped dead in our tracks. On the sofa, sat a handsome figure, with dark hair and red pupils. He looked extremely attractive with his evil aura. I felt drawn to him but Logan held on to my arm and kept me defensively at his side. He wore a clean black suit and had a smile on his face. “Hello Draco. It’s been a long time…”

Yesterday, as the host, the Foxhall royal family spared no expense, distributing a substantial amount of rare medicinal treasures to the other royal families to aid in their recovery. Today, everyone's injuries had stabilized. However, their expressions were grim. "Draco, are you alright?" "I'm fine." Draco sat upright, his face impassive. There was no trace of emotion—no way to tell what he was thinking. It was as if nothing had happened yesterday. "I've only been practicing the Tyrant Dragon Physique for three months. I haven't fully mastered it yet. Gideon must have perfected his Solar Titan Physique long ago.

He held a towel, but instead of wrapping it around his lower body, he used it to dry his hair, rubbing it vigorously. Her body stiffened. It was as if there was a snake in front of her, because she couldn't move her body. Shit! It really felt like there was a snake, because her gaze was fixed on Draco's masculinity, exposed to her eyes. It was as if it was ready to strike. She was right, he was big, not just big, but huge. Her hand couldn't even wrap around his massive size.

Sophia sits beside me. After all the students settle in class, Mrs. Spoonbowl give us another piece of news. I knew about it for Sophia told me, already. Mrs. Spoonbowl goes to get the new student. "This is our new student a dragon shifter, prince Draca Scalker." He was very attractive, tall, and well-built. He had blond hair and golden eyes that seems like they were glowing. His clothes were dark, like ashes, and appears to be made from scales.

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. He watched her as she smiled back, walking closer, a bit clumsy against the forest foliage. She was always pretty. Even in the middle of a forest, wearing a black shirt that she tried into a knot around the waist side, and some black pants that fitted over her legs snugly. Her platinum blonde hair was in contrast with the dark clothes, bright like a halo when hit by the rays of sunlight filtering down through the trees. She had a pair of boots on, and for some reason, that made Draco grin. “I see you came prepared.” He said.

Draco threw the unconscious Jamal over his shoulder and smacked his butt. His long hair was cut short to uphold the agreement. “Ugh~” The unconscious man grunted. It made Draco laugh sadistically while Ferdinand acted blind. “Our business ends here.” Ferdinand’s face was radiant the brightest while holding the fist of Draco’s hair. Draco cut half of his long hair, now it was shoulder length. Draco gazed at him, face unreadable. His beautiful long eyelids fluttered.

Draco's fingers feathered over the scar as he reminisced about that moment of darkness in his life, the moment he lost the light that brightened his world. “Do you want an updo, my lord?” the male servant behind him asked, the voice pulling Draco away from his den of thoughts. “Yes, an updo,” he responded, his voice raspy. He still gazed at his scarred face in the mirror, allowing the servant to run the comb through his shoulder-length hair. Draco had always kept his hair like that because Andriandita loved it that way. Back when she was alive and he’d lay on her lap, she’d run her dainty fingers over his hair as she read him stories. It was basically simple moments that he cherished the mos

Well, until we lost everything. The sight of the Fae Lord stopped me from delving deeper into my thoughts. His back was turned to us as he searched and plucked some books from the shelf. His waist length glistening brown hair cascaded down the back of his red tunic and stopped below the hem of it. Did I mention that all the Fae, men and women kept their hair that long? Some longer than waist length but none shorter. Oh. Except Zephyr. His was at his shoulder. The way men wore it at Avalor. "Sit." He said without turning around.

Standing there Esmeray stared at the King of Dragons. His long hair was tied at the base of his neck in a messy bun, a telltale that he had tied them in a hurry. His eyes were flickering between their orange shade and pitch-black shade. Esmeray knew the Dragon residing in his soul had sensed a potential threat in her. And he was fighting to come out and meet her. Yet Aidan Draco was holding his Dragon back.