Viscount Druitt Novels & Stories

As I see the two of them approaching each other and awaiting who will hit someone first, something unexpected happens. " WAIT, WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! " I said, looking down on Dhruv, who was lying on the ground, coughing blood from his lips. "He was blown in one punch, that's what happened, and I forgot I'll kick him as well to please myself," Shmue explained as he stared Dhruv coldly and began to kick his body before he could rise up again. Shmue is a devil disguised as an angel, and this is the true Shmue I'm witnessing right now.

I’ve seen him before but never bothered to know him or his name. But the way he looks, it seems like he’s from the upper class—a duke or marquess. I don’t really care. “Oh, I’m Duke Kian Winston from Vinland, my lady,” he introduces himself. I see, “All right, Mister Winston. It’s my pleasure to meet you.” I casually replied.

" I wouldn't do anything with you." I felt embarrassed and guilty at his response. "I just wanna be home with you." " Okay." I weakly simpered. " Virat?" Rohan yelled in his thick British accent. " Come over." " I'll just get an excuse and get us out of here. Five minutes." He informed. " I'm waiting." ♡♡♡ " You are relatable." Dhruv remarked as we talked while dancing together. " Maybe because we hail from the same city." I answered unwillingly, Virat's fierce eyes making me scared and anxious as hell.

At this moment, a furious shout sounded. A fat middle-aged man rushed in with a dozen people in tow. The gangsters Lou had brought earlier quickly got up from the ground, bent over respectfully, and shouted, “Mr. Dru!” Dru Webb was here! Dru rushed in with his men. When he saw his brother beaten beyond recognition, he immediately became angry. “Who are you? Why did you hit my brother?” Dru’s face was sullen, and the flesh at the corners of his mouth was trembling. A dozen people behind him immediately surrounded this place. All irrelevant people were blocked outside.

"In a bar somewhere, Driston was watching the wake of Alexander Rivera. Even he was shocked when he heard that Alexander was dead. But he dismissed if as if its nothing. To him, its a mere inconvenience. Now he has to figure out a way to kill Dante and take his place as the boss of Montana and Creekwood. 'Alexander died in an accident? Its a pity. That old man must have tripped on his walking stick' he thought while drinking. Driston is looking around the bar for his next victim. He needs a place to crash for the night. And he knows how to manipulate his victims into giving him anything he wants. His eyes landed on a brunette who looked young and vibrant. He smirked and stalked towards her.

He immediately reached down and picked her up placing her on his hip and I knew what kinda relationship they had. He was tall around 6′6 or 6′8 his hair was the red color of the autumn leaves and he had it up in a man bun. I could tell he work out by the muscles that were threatening to pop out of his skin-tight black shirt. He wore dark blue slacks and a pair of black Clarks. His eyes were the color of grass his skin tan. He looked kind yet serious at the same time and I knew I never met him before. “Well everyone This is Declan DeVir and as most of you know Ezmerelda Dracul-DeVir. They rule Crimswood together.” Nuala introduced them.

Dhruv's POV She is mine!! I have to claim her in front of everyone. I was still thinking about what to do when an old veteran actor called up. I went out to pick up the call, he had come to meet me. I had finalized his name for one of the very important roles in the series. So went to meet him. He had been working with us for years. I asked him if he would like to work with us and he said, he would. We both were happy about it and I asked him to come for the lunch.

The man seated before her was not just Dravyn Woods from high school. He was The Dravyn Woods, Velmoura’s richest man. A man even elites and government officials feared. Jane slowly pointed toward the portrait. “Dravyn… is this true?” He turned to look at what she meant. Then understanding crossed his face. A brief smile touched his lips before fading. “Yes,” he replied. Jane quickly lowered her eyes to her plate and continued eating. When dinner was over, they returned to the sitting room. Silence filled the room for nearly ten minutes.

A blue haired man whom Dmitri does not recognize is also there and sitting beside him is… “I am the Crown Prince, Ivan Visserion,” Ivan boasts in a haughty manner. He stands in front of Dmitri who is a foot taller than him. Ivan expects the Duke to bow in front of him but to his shock, Dmitri merely nods. “Pleasure to meet you, Crown Prince Ivan,” he states. Ivan’s face contorts in anger. “You are a Duke and by custom, you should bow in front of me because I am a Crown Prince and higher than you in rank!” Ivan spats.