Viscount Druitt Novels & Stories

Dhruv is no doubt a wonderful guy. He is educated, genius ,mature and soft spoken. He is rich ….I mean filthy rich but still he doesn't show-off his money power in front of anyone . He is a down-to-earth guy. He loves his mother. His love for his mother is visible from the very first day of our meeting. He never leaves a chance to show his love and respect for his Maa. He loves his family . It was visible on the day of the get together. He respects elders….not only family members but everyone. The way he introduced Malti Chachi with us and when Tanishka insulted her,the way he protested without shouting it was worth appreciating.

Underneath the table, I clenched my hands, controlling my claws from retracting. “What was the doctor’s name again?” the viscount asked, truly looking clueless. “Dr. Nancy Rutherford. She was also in that cruise ship we boarded months ago.” “Hm, I need to run a background check on this doctor, Your Majesty. I can’t take this issue lightly. She’s ruining my reputation and your trust in me.” “I haven’t trusted you yet, viscount,” was my sharp reply. It was rude and blunt, yes, but it was the truth. “You are yet to show me your worth.”

Dragging her out from the broken cupboard he pulled her into his arms. " He was Dhruv. He is just my friend I promise " Naitee said after a long silence. Breaths of relief escape from his mouth as he lowered his head to hers. His eyes looked into her before they tail down to her features. Emotions gush between them. Soon his lips their ways into her neck. They started their precious work over there killing the poor girl. His fingers run in her hair feeling their softness. He even managed to smell their floral sent in the middle of worshipping her neck. For better access, he roughly yanks back her hair.

“Let’s see how Malhotra reacts to losing his favorite toy.” He leaned over her, his breath hot against her cheek as he reached for her lips. But before he could touch her, a force yanked him backward. Dhruv hit the floor hard, a grunt escaping him. "AHHHH" A hard kick to his stomach made him curl up. He looked up, angry, then froze. Adrian Vaughan stood over him, his angular features carved with icy fury. The host of the gala, and one of the most powerful men in the room, looked like death itself. His tailored suit was pristine, but his knuckles were white, itching for violence.

He is nothing like he was described and most of all, he is not impotent at all. Damien did not care about it at first, however, he started planning things when Snyder's trust was out. "Master, we have got very wrong information. Duke Rossi wasn't at all the way he was described to everyone. Instead, he was a powerful and active man. He does not have lots of women but yeah, he has a three year old son. Recently, the biological mother of the child has appeared there and started creating trouble to get back her son. But, you know Rossis. They are too powerful to mess with."

I arrived at Dad's coffee shop to meet with Armando. Armando was there already waiting for me. Armando placed the pictures of Rocco's sister, brother and girlfriend and their information. He also informed me he has grouped the men waiting for my orders. I asked him to go ahead and carry out my plan. I arrived at the Alessandros Mansion, exhausted from the day's job. There was Drusilla waiting for me in the living room. Drusilla stood up immediately she saw me walk in. She put on a smile on her face and approached me with a gift bag. The little smile on my face disappeared and a frown appeared on my face.

He pledged loyalty to him. Dillon constantly witnesses what his Alpha has been through, and he is surprised by him, showing a slight emotion in front of a stranger. He moved swifter to catch up with Drake, but the Alpha dashed swiftly towards the royal packhouse. Dillon pushed the double doors and saw Drake walking up the stairs and stopped when he saw him. Drake’s face was devoid of emotion, and in a blink of an eye, he swirled into the wind, and Dillon saw how his office door closed.

Because, from the forefront of the jeeps emerged a young man dressed in a green dragon uniform with a sharp gaze, exuding an imposing aura! With the brilliantly shining golden dragon emblem on his shoulder, it revealed an extraordinary identity! The golden dragon emblem meant that this person was a supreme commander! At that moment, Lucas' brain seemed to explode. His face turned pale, and his lips trembled uncontrollably! He recognized him. The man walking toward him step by step was none other than Draco Kolt, the man who had made outstanding contributions to Dramon within six years, creating numerous military miracles! He had actually come to Carlton Manor!

"I look festive." "You look like someone who has already decided to do something catastrophically stupid and is doing their makeup to delay the conversation about it." I set down the eyeliner and turned to face him. Drake Valcoin, ancient vampire, only male Divine Warrior in recorded history, Council Elder, and the man who had literally pulled my soul back from the Neverplain, looked genuinely worried. Not the performative concern he used in Council chambers. The real kind, the kind that lived behind his eyes when he thought no one was paying close enough attention to catch it. I was always paying attention.

Even the silence seemed to hum with power. And then she saw him. Standing near the wide windows, a glass of water in hand, was a man she recognized instantly. Draven Dusk. The same man from that fateful gathering weeks ago. The one whose eyes had found her in a room filled with billionaires and refused to let go. He looked almost unreal against the cityscape — tall, perfectly composed, dark hair slicked back, his expression unreadable. His tailored suit was cut sharp enough to slice the air, and his watch probably cost more than most estates.