Novel & Cerita Dragula Lyrics

The song was soothing and the lady holding the mic had a voice of an angel but because Draca was distracting me, I could barely hear the song. It was annoying. ‘’but you can’t stop thinking about her!’’ Draca teased. ‘’just tell me if you don’t want to hang her legs up and fuck the hell out of her wet pussy,’’ Draca groaned and I could feel the reaction in my dick. It poked through me my trouser but I was lucky because no one could see me and my throbbing dick. ‘’don’t you wish to fuck Lorena right now?’’ he teased me yet again knowing what it would do to me. I groaned and shifted on my seat yet again catching the attention of Alistair who turned to face me.

Clairol chuckle that makes Draven laugh also. “By the way, I'm Clairol.” They were both still laughing while shaking their hands. After that the music change again. The dj announcements coming over the loud speaker as making the crowd getting more out of control once again. “Should I send you home now?” Draven said. But because of the loud music, Clairol can't even heard him properly. “What?” She shouted. “I'll send you home.” They were both shouting to each other.

"Always the last one. But I can promise you this, Hols. I'm never gonna give you up." Thane snorted. "I'm never gonna let you down." "Never gonna run around and desert you." A new voice joined in. We all spun around. Lukas had his hand on his chest, his other outstretched in my direction. Grumpy growled, flipped the redheaded man off. "Shove it, newbie!" Ari laughed. "Never gonna make you cry." "Oh, I love this song! Never gonna say goodbye," Drace joined in. "Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you," they all sang in unison.

I trailed my lips down his jawline, biting softly at the sensitive skin just below his ear. I felt him gasp, his body tightening against mine. I moved my hand lower, finding him hard and pulsing, a mirror of my own arousal. He was leaking through the fabric, his body reacting to me with an intensity that made my head spin. I didn't rip his clothes off this time. I wanted this to be slow. I wanted to feel every single second of the tension building. I used my thumb to rub against the head of his cock through the fabric, a rhythmic, punishing friction that had him sobbing into my shoulder.

" He said, bringing the bottle to his lips then frowning as it was empty. "Elysia" I said, smiling but it faltered quickly when realization hit me. I told him my real name. "Nice, I'm still going to call you sweetheart though" He smirked, keeping the bottle on the table. The loud music stops, a fraction of second in silence passes then loud groans of disapproval and disappointment fills in the Hall.Everyone seemingly annoyed at the DJ to stop music. "Gotta check" Drax says before walking through the crowd.However, the hall falls pin drop silence.

I wasn’t their precious daughter. If I died, no one would grieve. A full day and night passed before I finally hauled myself out of the lava and onto solid ground, delivering the apology gifts to Jessica. Jessica looked stunned. “Why you? Not that worthless sister of yours? A mere crippled dragon had the nerve to steal from me.” “I’m sorry. I’ve come to apologise on her behalf.” I forced the words from my parched throat, and as I spoke, more coppery sweetness rose up.

The realization made my chest tighten even more. He left the strawberries behind without a second thought and came to where I was sitting on the other side of the counter. He turned me gently on the stool to face him, but I couldn't hold his gaze. I dropped my gaze to my fingernails, finally finding them interesting. They looked terrible: chipped polish, uneven edges. I never really take care of them, but it is a ridiculous detail to focus on while everything inside me was collapsing. "Not again. You're leaving, aren't you? Because I have a child."

Level 18 – West Access Hall. A junior systems technician named Lira steps out of the lift. Her hands are full. She’s late. Behind schedule. The hallway is silent. No hum. No flicker. The air feels oddly warm. Steady. She slows her steps. Not because anyone stops her. But because the hallway feels like it’s listening. At the corner, a drone pauses. Gives her room. Tilts. Not functional. Almost… courteous.

The opening beat dropped, unmistakable and smooth. Drake. “Take Care.” I raised an eyebrow. “You’re starting with Drake? Bold.” “I’m setting the mood.” “For what? A dance battle?” “For you to be impressed,” she said, tapping the dashboard like it was a microphone. The first verse began, and Lena dove in headfirst, singing along—bold, confident, and entirely off on several lyrics. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. “You’ve been… what’s he say? Dodging bullets from your broken past?” she sang, before trailing off and mumbling something completely wrong.

Lyra’s Pov I couldn’t believe both of them. I had a feeling she had a hand in the dress incident, and now she just confirmed it. Not to talk of how fast she switched up when she saw alpha Drax. She truly wants to be picked by all means. I stared at Alpha Drax wondering if truly he harbored great feelings for her, and if he will truly dispose of me if the curse doesn’t so she could raise my child. He’s not just mean, ruthless, scary, but also a manipulative, two faced man? What was I expecting?