Drusilla Spike Novels & Stories

Lexus implored, doing nothing to restrain or prevent Azrin from harming him. It didn’t take long for the freckled vampire to realize he wasn’t being assaulted but was, in fact, the assailant in this situation. A wretchedly broken sob escaped Azrin’s lips before he raked his claws across his own face, tearing out clumps of viridian hair in the process. Lexus sprang into action.

Raya’s POV I crashed into a hard chest, but I was still so stunned from the scene before me to turn and look at who I had just hit. Drusilla was bent over a massive dark wooden desk, her breast firmly pressed against its surface. Elliot was holding onto her braid tight as he pounded into her hard. It seemed violent and intense, and yet Drusilla seemed to be enjoying it through her medolic moans and screams. I knew I needed to leave, needed to look away before I was caught, but it was like a train wreck I couldn't pry my eyes away from.

He licked at the blood on his lips, his fingers tearing through his hair. Zurie hurriedly rushed to the helpless girl that breathed unsteadily, helping her to her feet. “If anyone hears about this, I'll kill both of you myself.” Drusilla snarled a warning at them Zurie nodded, lifting the girl out of the room in record time. “Drusilla,” “Draven. What has come over you?” When she moved closer to him he held unto her hands, pulling her to himself while she studied him. His displeasure evident on his face.

Spade stopped in front of their table and his eyes stopped on Matteo who just gave him a tight lipped smile, and then his eyes moved from Matteo to the old man, he was wearing a black trench coat. "Mr DeVille" he muttered giving him a curt nod, Spade just pulled out the chair opposite the man and sat down, intertwining his hands in front of him on the table. "Rufus" he grunted back, a serving girl came right away, with an empty tray, she was putting on a leader skirt, and a barely covered up bra, parts of her mounds were peeking out, with heavy make up on her face, her skirt could barely cover her up, one small wrong move and her ass would be out in the open for everyone.

“But I swear, it’s not what you think! We weren’t-“ Drusilla lifts a single hand, warning her to, “Save it.” “But-“ “No!” Drusilla shook her head, refusing to hear the raven out. “I don’t want to hear it! I don’t care for your excuses or whatever little story you’ve come up with, okay? I am so sick of those,” she ranted, demanding an answer once and for all. “I want to know the truth! I want to know what in God’s name you’re up to right now-“

Drusilla said and sat on the couch in the waiting area. Asriel Gedor hadn't stopped pacing about yet Drusilla sat there calmly as a queen she was. Drusilla was the richest woman that ever lived, controlling almost everything in the shadows, but with the help of her grandson whom she had taken as her own son. Even in the wildest storm, Drusilla always sailed through, and this was nothing for her. Inside the room, the doctors quickly administered first aid to the patient who slowly gained consciousness. Zia glanced around and realized that she was at the hospital. A doctor stood right before her when he noticed that she was awake.

“You manipulated your own son! You turned him into a puppet! You’re no Luna, you’re a tyrant, and it's only a matter of time before these people see you for who you truly are, you can't hide for too long," Drusilla’s eyes narrowed into slits, her smile vanishing. “And you,” she said slowly, “Are a woman who speaks too boldly for someone seconds from death.” “I’d rather die speaking truth,” I said, standing even with shaking knees, “than live in silence under your cruelty.” The crowd was stunned into silence. Then Malik laughed, a dry, cold chuckle full of pride. “That’s my mate,” he said, bloodied teeth showing in a grin. Drusilla stepped down from her platform slowly, her eyes fixed on me l

Amelia nodded obediently and was pulled out of the door by Alex. Seeing Alex take her hand and his powerful and broad back, Amelia felt safe and smiled. Although being with him in a dangerous place, it is like that place is soaked in honey, exuding a sweet smell. Thinking of this, Amelia secretly blushed behind her back. But this wonderful atmosphere was quickly shattered by a voice. Just as they walked to the end of the corridor and were about to turn a corner, Drusilla appeared from the corner with a pair of cyan wolf troops. Drusilla was wearing a red suit with a silk shirt at the moment. Despite such a chaotic situation, he was like a prince who came out of an old castle.

"Winnie, what did I do?" She kicked him down the stairs, then stood at the top and watched him bleed. Her expression did not change. "Daniel, you killed Jordan. You were only ever a blood match for him. He's gone. What use are you to me now?" Daniel opened his mouth, stunned. Winona already held the whip. She struck him 999 times. By the end, his voice was gone. She ordered her staff to bring out the Tibetan mastiff, the one that ate raw meat. It smelled the blood from across the courtyard and strained against its leash.

This time, she appeared apologetic. "Spike is a Santi. Trinity blood. Are you aware of how powerful he is? He can protect you without anyone touching a strand of your dry hair," Mira joked, clearly taken aback by Faey's advice. She took a step closer to us while waving. "Angela Faey of House Deadlock, be careful what you say to The Drift and always remember which house you are from. D.E.A.D.L.O.C.K."