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Maika grumbled, annoyed that she hadn’t seen her twin brother since the awakening. “He left with Sir Draco to C Country, my lady,” Anne said, blushing at the mention of Draco’s name. Draco is the highest-ranking Royal Guard in the palace. He is assigned exclusively to protect the reigning royal family. With his powerful aura, well-built physique, and irresistibly handsome face, it’s no wonder every woman in the palace swoons over him. Beyond his title, Draco's bloodline is second only to the Vellarias in purity. He grew up alongside Malko and is his best friend—but was always a thorn in Maika’s side.

Frustrated and left with no options, the Draco rears its head backward and releases a concentrated plume of fire on the ground where Elizabeth was lying on. The Draco’s body heated up in anger. It continued to breathe more fire, slowly turning the ground into ash and glass but it didn’t stop. The fiery plume turns to a shade of blue as its soul releases a lot of power. Eventually, the Draco stops to survey its work. Once the fire settles, the Draco sees that the ground was obliterated into nothing but Elizabeth was still fine, albeit a bit smokey. This was the last straw for the Draco. Charging forward, it strikes Elizabeth’s body with a powerful claw.

He paused, his eyes rolling back as he closed them. “You’re soaked.” I was, but that didn’t mean I was going to admit defeat. “If you think eating me out is going to make me cry, you’re crazier than Azrael.” Azrael tutted, “Rude, so very rude.” “I think she needs that smart mouth of hers stuffed.” Orion hummed against my clit. Draco freed himself from his pants and my mouth went dry at the sight of his thick cock, the head so swollen it was nearly purple. He tapped it against my lips, and Azrael chuckled as I clamped them shut.

He looked at the man. “What?” Draco raised his brows. “Produce children like a dog, you're such a sick bastard!” he growled, looking away. King Draco had never been disrespected in that manner in his entire existence. Anger boiled in him, he looked at Draven who stood with an indifferent attitude. “You are a bastard!” then Draco threw him the puzzle box that he had already placed on the table side. Draven’s eyes moved to the puzzle box as it came in the air and almost immediately Draven looked at it, it froze and dangled in the air gently.

He also hated the fact that another guy held Summer first. "So," Draco looked back at Sky, "do you remember me?" Sky winced. "Sorry. I guess I meet new people too often." Draco put on a bigger smile. "No problem. Maybe you need a reminder." He opened his wallet, then showed her a picture. It was a portrait of the two of them when they were teenagers. His arm was around Sky's shoulder. Louis' face turned sour when he saw it. Meanwhile, Sky gasped. "Oh? You're that young boy!"

As if he were around to drop from a extraordinary stature, and he didn’t indeed see the edge. “Yeah, we’re lucky,” Claw said. Draco gestured, wheeling himself gradually out of the room. He was as well unsettled to inquire Claw approximately it now. The feeling of unease developed as he rolled gradually through the house. There were pictures of the celebrated parties the folks had said, as well as casual days or occasions at the club. Draco was in each picture, grinning and chuckling with his companions or with swarms of grinning individuals. The more he looked, the more concerned he grew.

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

And with that, she ended the call, leaving the silence ringing in his ear. … Draco sat motionless for a long time, simply staring at the phone in his hand. Slowly, a grin spread across his face, wide and deadly, his perfectly white teeth flashing like a wolf on the hunt. “Well, well, well,” he murmured to the empty room. “Didn’t think today could get any better than this. And here she is… handing me a throne.” His eyes drifted lazily to the body sprawled on the floor nearby. The prostitute lay twisted where he’d dropped her, with glassy eyes and a mouth open in a frozen gasp. There was a small pool of blood under her head, soaking into the rug.

He glares at her with a deadly look in his eyes, his hold so strong it is almost crushing her wrist, causing her pain but it’s Draco’s indifference that hurts the most. “Oh c’mon Mouse, let the little bird come to play,” the other guy at the table smirks at her, talking to the big guy, his eyes having two different colours of red and green, his hair, a white mohawk. He flicks out a fancy pen knife and stirs the contents of his glass with it before licking the sharp edge and smiling at Raven with his blood coated teeth. “What is this Draco, how are you alive? Who are these people?”