Draco Malfoy And The Mortifying Novels & Stories

Lucifer trying to save Draco by enchanting spells and raising his wands him but over and over, again to save Draco but all his efforts are in vain. Mars enchants a spell and raised his wands at burning Draco and the flames went off with his spell. Draco understood this is his end... end of his life...his evil deeds. He grunts in pain...gasping... Zohan, Richard, Henry, Lily and Dyna also appeared on the stage "Grandpa, Dyna...you betrayed us," Lucifer screamed putting burnt Draco on his laps. "No Lucifer...we didn't...this is the fruit of Draco's evil deed," Zohan responded

Draco replied, “I’m sorry, mother. I don’t want to live the rest of my life being manipulated by you.” Turk exploded furiously, “You useless son! If you walk out on us today, you won’t be getting any share of assets from us! You’d better reconsider your actions!” Draco replied calmly, “No problem. I don’t want it.” After finishing his sentence, Draco held onto Magnolia’s hand and began walking out of the house.

He beats his chest and roars, ready to jump into the fray. But Professor McGuire is already shifting back. He looks down at me with a mixture of shame and fear in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice trembling. "I didn't mean to...I didn't want to hurt you." I push myself up, wincing at the pain in my back. "What the hell was that?" I demand. "I don't know," Professor McGuire admits, his shoulders sagging. "I just...I couldn't let you go back there. I'm sorry."

A bastard. And the irony of his statement almost made Draco laugh. He was lying so blatantly unashamed. If only he knew what this little girl was like, this prick wouldn't have made a fool out of himself like this. "I see, I'm humbly thankful to you for letting me know. I hope you have a good stay here but excuse me, this is not just any slave but my pet and I have to teach her a proper lesson for disrespecting you," Draco said icily before he turned to face Fiona who looked at him with fear swirling in those green pools.

Nigel replied coldly, his eyes fixed on her. Delcy grew even more frantic. Draco strode over, his gaze icy and merciless. “A rotten woman like you would make a fine meal for my pets.” Delcy shook with terror. “P-please, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll never bother Luna again. I—I—” She couldn’t finish her sentence before Draco grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. “Ah!” Delcy whimpered in pain. Draco’s eyes blazed as he stared her down. “Death is too good for a greedy, conniving woman like you.”

" he gritted out. Smilingly, the beta raised a vial and handed it to Draco. Frowning, Draco took it, watching the vial with confusion scrawled across his face. "Is that a fairies fart..." "A fairies feather, ew!?" Draco spat, pretending to retch from nausea. His action made Alfos break into laughter. The male who barely laughed. Seeing it had Draco cracking a laugh too. "So, am I going to drink a fairies fart so I can fart like a fairy, eh?" "On the contrary," Alfos admitted. By now, both males exited

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

Edrand pressed, hating that Draco wasn’t giving him the full details. The male was precisely feeling mixed emotions at the moment. Earlier he looked sullen, now he practically seemed on top of the world which was weird. Ignoring him, Draco continued his meaningless speech. “It was brief but it tasted like a field full of roses. Like a nectar, sweet and intoxicating. I could get drunk on it. Die on It. It could send me to seven hell and I wouldn’t bat an eye. I’d gladly fall. It was the most amazinggggggg….feeling…ever…” He slurred, giggling.

No school to distract me, no escape from the torment, and the constant reminder that I was nothing more than a pawn in their twisted games. I sat up abruptly, tossing the pillow aside. The sound was relentless, drilling into my mind and making my skin crawl. My cheeks burned with humiliation. I hated this...hated the way Draco flaunted his infidelity without a care, hated how powerless I felt, and hated how this situation had become my life. I can't stay here any longer.