Novel & Cerita Druella Black

She screamed and hid behind him when she saw us. “WHO ARE YOU?!” Big Boss exclaimed looking back and forth on us. I take a good look at him. He looks like the same age as me. “It’s not for you to know.” Black Dragon answered pointing his gun to him. I gripped my own gun, ready to use it if needed. Big Boss is about to move while the woman positioned to run. Black Dragon spoke. “Move even an inch and I’ll blow your heads simultaneously.” His voice sounded cold and emotionless. I looked at him and was startled to see his face expressionless. He looked like a professional cold blooded killer. Big Boss and the woman froze. Black Dragon turned to the woman.

All I wanted was to go home, close the door behind me, and prepare myself for what was coming. At home, I took my time. I stood in front of the mirror longer than usual, choosing a simple outfit with more care than the occasion probably required. A black tracksuit, a nude crop top underneath, nude heels, and a small white pouch. I pulled my curls into a low bun, smoothing the edges slowly. While I got ready, I kept rehearsing the words in my head. I needed to be clear. I needed to be firm. I didn't want to leave any room for misunderstanding or false hope.

His posture changed instantly. “Damn… she is fine,” he muttered. The cup nearly slipped from his fingers. The others quickly joined him Damn. They never change. .I already knew who they were staring at. Roxellena was training alone in the cold, wearing a red bikini that clung to her curves as she moved with fierce determinatio “That one is off-limits,” I said firmly, clearing my throat. “She’s a recruit.” Damn, she really looks hot. “Jack laughed. “Come on, we’re Alphas. We can have whoever we want.” He glanced at Paulo with a mocking smirk. “Well… most of us.” His eyes slid back to me. “Right, Adrian?”

“Urgh! The devil's dial, a drop of it is strong enough to put a Grizzly bear to sleep. Who would want to kill Brad?” “I don't think he was the target.” I whisper. “I am the target, Aunt Drucella, someone wants me dead; someone who knows my recent fondness for mutton sauce. Ariana.” “I doubt that, no one in their right mind would make themselves vulnerable by killing their twin.” “What if she isn't? She all but cursed the goddess earlier. Who would do that?” Aunt Drucella paused, a deep furrow appeared on her forehead_her eyes darting around the trays of dishes on the table.

But God help me, if he cracks hers—I’ll feed him his own chain. Grumbling, I stomped towards a magnolia tree and lit up a clove cigarette. I exhale a cloud of the sweet scented smoke as I hear Dru marching towards me. Dru stops, still wearing Dragon’s oversized shirt and a journal clutched to her chest. The journal’s spine was cracked, pages swollen with sketches and pressed flowers—proof she’d been rebuilding herself word by word. The hum of cicadas sharpens the silence before she speaks. Standing firm, but her voice cracks, “You gonna keep glaring at him? Or actually talk to me?”

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

The heat from the acidic pool scorched the air, making the vitaecer sweat profusely as it dripped down his furrowed brow. Across the room, a woman with a blue teardrop tattoo, the ink swirling down from her eye and stopping just beneath her cheek, stood silently. Argent. She was a figure of serene danger, her silver hair braided tightly and falling all the way to her feet. She was clad in sleek, black armor, her nails like sharp claws, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold with detached curiosity. Her eyes glimmered under the flickering candlelight, as if she found some kind of amusement in the vitaecer’s torment.

Malrik launched again, fangs lengthening, the monster fully awake now—but Drael flicked a wrist and slammed Malrik into the floor so hard a crater formed where his body hit. He didn’t move. Drayan lunged at Drael next—silver blade drawn—but the entity caught the weapon between two fingers. “Drayan,” he said. “Still loyal to the wrong brother.” Drayan spit blood in his face. Drael sighed. “Rude.” He backhanded Drayan across the room. I swallowed my fear, shoved Mara into Afsana’s shaking arms. “Take her. Hide. Don’t stop running until you reach the west wing.”

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

"See? He even gave me his card." Daniella's eyes widened as she examined the card. Suddenly, she let out an ear-piercing scream that made Ravenna jump. "Daniella! What on earth?" Ravenna exclaimed, her heart racing. "Do you have any idea who Soren Blackthorn is?" Daniella asked, her voice filled with awe. "He's like, the most eligible alpha bachelor in the entire werewolf community. Not only is he insanely wealthy, but he's also drop-dead gorgeous. And you just... met him?"