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.

Below me, I could hear a woman talking—or more like complaining—together with a man groaning in pain. I instantly recognized their voices. One was Dr. Rutherford or Hilda with a rougher tone now than before, and the second was from Viscount Daniel. Slowly, I inched closer to the stone balustrade to spy on the situation. The viscount’s rough state made me clench my hands instantly.

"Oh my God! Dhruv!" *******************

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!

Whitney nodded, then commented, "I feel like I've seen you before, sir. You look really familiar…" "Is that so?" "Oh yeah!" Whitney excitedly jumped to his feet after some thought. "Y-You're the former legate, Sir Draco! I've seen you on television!" He pointed at Adrian, clearly elated. Adrian chuckled and nodded. "That's right, I'm Sir Draco."

Tyr became increasingly concerned as he approached the elderly gentleman. The old man was saluted by Green Dragon and Black Turtle, but he did not answer. Tyr only realized the old man’s smoking pipe was completely unlit at this point. Who was this elderly gentleman? “He was Dragun Squad's former Chief. Druce was his name!” “Is he no longer alive?” Tyr inquired, a little taken aback. “War Emperor would not have been Chief of Dragun Squad if he hadn’t passed awy,” Green Dragon said.

she replied. The door opened and a young man walked in, the first thing to be noticed about him was his extreme beauty. It was very rare for men to be described as beautiful but he was an exception. His white hair hung in long curls on his head, long eyelashes framed his eyes which were a bewitching shade of ocean blue. "Who is this?" Dustin asked Feyre in wonder. "this is Dreya, he is a witch under my employ." Feyre made the introductions.

Darius watched me more carefully now. “And the mother?” “A bartender.” Disgust sharpened the word before I could stop it. “Human. Unprotected before the pregnancy.” “But protected now?” “Yes,” I said darkly. “Because the Drakes are terrified.” That caught his attention instantly. I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Lord Drake has been hiding something for years. Another heir… Lucian’s twin. His name is Adrian Drake.” Darius’ expression hardened. This time, the reaction spread through the warehouse immediately.

Yes, she could. “Who is he?” I already knew who he was but I wanted to know if she was going to tell me. His name was Andrew Douglas, aged thirty-two, once employed as a detective in Nevada. More recently he retired, having cashed out his pension and started looking for Charlotte. He would still have friends and connections. Blue was blue.