Druella Black Novels & Stories

I don't know what's on that woman that she was able to captivate Black. *** Daze POV "What was that Daze?" Daryl asked me. "She's the girl I'm talking about," I told him. I can't stop myself from smiling. "Damn! Coincidence, huh? She's the great Black. She is known in Different bars and clubs, if she looks easy to get, you're mistaken, that girl is really scary!" "I heard about the great Black being the hottest girl in this area, kissing guys then afterward dumping them but I didn't realize that she's just an ordinary girl, nothing special! She’s just basic, " I said and drank the beer.

"Tomorrow, I'll make sure she remembers why she was scared. Make sure she knows that Drey isn't always going to be her savior. Sometimes he's going to be her worst nightmare." He disappears into his room again. Door closing with a soft click. The three of us sit in silence. "This is going to end badly," Draylen says. "Probably," Drayden agrees. "But we're too far in to stop now." They both look at me. I think about Aurelia's face today when I called her beautiful. The way she'd lit up. The way she'd looked at me like I'd given her something precious. I think about Dreyven meeting her tomorrow. About what he's planning to do.

If I had to face this drakaina alone I know I would have likely fainted. Behind the Queen are two attendants. One male and one female and both very young. They are wearing matching outfits of pale blue silk, their wings small and folded behind them. The drake has a warm glow about him, like captured sunlight, his skin a tawny brown like days spent too long on a beach. His hair looks like a fallen star, starting with black at the roots and extending out in every direction with a fade from black into purple then red, orange, and finally pale blonde. His eyes are coal black.

Della declared, loud enough for two nearby Betas to turn and look at her. I smiled and nodded. “Of course.” “I mean it. No pouting, no politics, and absolutely no brooding. You get one drink, then we scout the dance floor.” “I will try,” I said. “Not try. You’re doing this today. You’re getting at least one phone number before the day is over.” She linked her arm with mine and tugged me forward. Della wore a black two-piece with a wrap that made her legs look impossibly long. She carried herself like a Beta who knew her value.

“She was very adamant about speaking only to the Alpha.” “Who is it, Eric?” He bowed his head and answered in a low voice. “Luna Daria” I scrunched my eyebrows not recognizing the name. “Who is that?” “Luna Daria Black. Alpha Ronin Black’s mother.” What the hell is she doing here?

“I need you to get close to Nathanial Taurine. If he helps me execute my plan, I will offer him the Drakos territory, the territory I know my grandfather took from them thirteen years ago after a deal they made turned sour.” Wagging my fingers, gesturing for her to come closer, I tuck my gun behind my back and when she obeys, I lower my head, so my lips are a whisper away from her ear. “If Nathanial finds out that you are the reason his little princess's back is sliced to hell, he will rip your fucking head off. News flash... Birdene Black is the long-lost Taurine princess, Little Drakos.”

She says. “And these are our cousins Ren and Dre,” Breayna says. I stand there staring at Dre mainly because what I see is not what I was expecting. Dre is a woman. Dre is short for Andrea. I can’t take my eyes off her. Dre is probably the same height as Mariah. She has shoulder-length honey blonde hair with platinum blonde highlights in it and the most alluring jade green eyes I have ever seen. She has the perfect hourglass figure and I want to run my hands along her smooth caramel skin.

“Alpha, you called me?” “Eddie, this is Layla Blackwell, daughter of Drakon Blackwell. I need you to drop her off tonight.” “Luna Layla. Come along.” Eddie bows his head to me respectfully. “You won’t be coming?” I ask, and Quade smirks. “Trust me, there’s nothing more dangerous than riding in the same car as me.” ~

Click, clack Click, clack Click, clack Everyone's head slowly turned in the direction of the noise. Click, Clack The red heels of this curvy woman hit the tiled floor as she modeled forth. Whispers and bickers shot through the room like fire. I just sat there, silent, taking in her beauty. Her cryan blonde hair hung flawlessly on her firm shoulders glittering with every movement. Her defined cheek bones were evident and the make up helped a lot. Her eyes were shaped in the nicest way possible making her hazel orbs pop. Her long lashes flattered anytime she blinked. Her lips were full and a little too thick to be natural. Her curves where undeniably obvious, she was big at the right places. S

Dean referred to him as Drake, so I assumed he must have been the one who called earlier. Standing there at a loss for words, Drake walked over to me, extending his hand for a handshake. "Hi, I'm Drake. You must be the new Luna?" As he said that, I noticed how Linda stared at me, and the other girl, resembling her, approached me. I despised the way she looked at me, as if trying to peer into my soul, sending chills down my spine. "So, you're the one who stole my sister's Alpha, huh? A real slut."