Druella Black Novels & Stories

"We all know how evil it is. It feeds on the fears and grudges of every living things. But it doesn't take it all without giving something in return. The worst grudges would be exchanged in the same way. Despite a person's repentance, it could still awaken the hidden and forgotten grudges." "You're right. Draea gave her life to destroy the black crystal. But because her buried grudges were great, it was enough to keep her alive, regain her body and leave her soul intact, fooling everyone who saw how she died and turned into ashes," Ferlah said. But she wondered who this woman could be as she seems to know a lot of things from the past. "It's possible. But I have to say that we won't stand a

’Good morning staffs, I would very much like to make this meeting a very short one’ The manager tells us. ‘For the new staffs who do not know the boss, this is mr. Jones Black, C.E.O of Mars private hospital, which you all know has branches all over the continent’. The manager says, addressing the fine piece of art beside him. Mr. Black just waves at us, a light smile on his lips which makes my breath hitch. I know I am sounding like a hopeless romantic right now but I can’t deny the attraction I feel towards this man. ‘Oh. My. God! He looks even more stunning with that smile’. Goldie says, twisting a strand of hair around her finger as she stares dreamingly at Mr. Black.

Drake's body is well proportioned with just the right amount of muscles, and she remembered the sensation when she slept next to Alpha Drake, with her head on his shoulder and her arm over his abs. Every part of his body was hard. Well, maybe not his raven black hair. That looked silky. The image of the black wolf from her dream popped into her mind. He had black fur that was very soft, and his eyes were icy-blue, just like Drake's. That was a very vivid dream and Talia remembered it clearly, even the scent of the forest and dark chocolate, almost like it was not a dream. "I bought you these clothes and I want you to wear them.", Drake said without turning to look at her and Talia hoped that

"Put it on, Camilla." Hearing that fake name out of his mouth always felt like a slap. It was a constant reminder that to the rest of the world, Elera didn't exist anymore. I was a ghost playing a part in a game I didn't understand. I took the dress into the adjoining bathroom, my hands trembling slightly as I slipped out of my oversized t-shirt and stepped into the expensive fabric. It fit perfectly, clinging to my curves and leaving my entire back exposed to the cool air. When I stepped back into the bedroom, Adrian was waiting. He held a small, black leather strap in his hand. Before I could ask what it was, he dropped to one knee in front of me.

His hands come up at the back of my chair till his fingers are resting on my bare skin while he still dabs at my wine stain with a napkin. “It's fine, seriously it's fine….”. I'm pulling away on my seat when the doors to the dining room push open and we all turn to see who it is. My jaw drops wide when I see Draaven. He's standing there, in totally black ensemble. Black tux, black dress shirt, black shoes, his hair slicked away from his face to accentuate every feature of that aristocratic. Our eyes meet from across the table and slowly, he takes in the sight of me on the seat, and Troy hunched over me, with his hands resting at the back of my chair. I sense it the moment his aura changes. T

Looking at his up close, I could see the semblance between him and Zephyros. "Turn the portrait over and point at your mother." I nodded and did as he said. The picture of two stunning women came to view and my breath hitched on seeing them both. One was smiling sweetly, the other was scowling. I looked from one face to the other. Both women had blue in the roots of their hair and as it stretched out, it turned raven black. Odd. Mother's hair was black through and through. "Dye."Lord Leandros said. "Xanthia liked to cover the blue. Mostly in honor of her mother's memory and to rile her old man up." He smiled fondly.

Black shouted, in a deep, raspy voice with a slight hoarseness, completely different from Zain 's, especially as his shriek was angry. “I’ll finish you,” Jon muttered to Black laughing sarcastically, “No one can finish me, Jon.” He was not surprised that the other knew him, he knows how smart his opponent is. "Yes, I can finish you when I finish this girl here," he sneered, only to be shrieked by Renee afterwards! without even touching it Zain and his wolf almost went crazy. Black turned to Lucas, who recites spells and curses, did he get his book back without noticing!!!

“Who were you reporting to?” Celeste sobbed uncontrollably, her body slumping forward. “D-Darla!” she finally choked out. “Her name is Darla! She works in your company!” Brayden’s eyes darkened. He had heard that name before, but it had never crossed his mind that she could be involved in something like this. “Go on,” he urged. Celeste sniffled, trying to steady her breath despite the excruciating pain. “She… she was my superior. But there’s someone above her,” she whispered. “They call him ‘Black Serpent.’”

but he ignored her, a smirk playing on his lips. He carefully placed her on the table, pulled out some documents, and handed them to her. Her expression grew serious as she examined the papers. “A deal?” she murmured. “Hmm,” Drake nodded. Her eyes widened. “ 20 Billion dollars?!” she shouted, astonished. “I’ve never seen that amount,” she whispered softly. “You prove your loyalty to me, and you’ll get my black card,” Drake said, drawing her close and trapping her with his body. “You’re Drake De Luca’s Donna, anyway,” he said.

“She promised us a clean slate. Freedom from the hunt, from the bounties. All we had to do was kill someone for her, someone she claimed was her enemy.” My chest tightened, and I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding so loudly in my ears that it drowned out everything else. Kaiden’s eyes darkened. “Who is this person?” Dren let out a low, chilling chuckle, his eyes locking onto mine again. The malice in his gaze was unmistakable. “The person…” he rasped, his voice barely above a whisper, “…is none other than…..” Suddenly, Dren’s body convulsed violently. His head snapped back, and his mouth opened in a silent scream. Black blood gushed from his lips, spilling onto the floor as his body