Draco Malfoy Crying Novels & Stories

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

She sat down beside him and gently asked, "Feeling better?" Draco's beautiful eyes, like cherry blossoms, held a hidden depth even when he wasn't smiling. His black hair spread out at this moment, a few strands sticking to his forehead. His expression was slightly panicked, and suddenly, he tightly embraced Emma's waist. In an instant, Emma felt a contradiction. The hand on her back trembled, yet its touch made her tense and slowly relax. She gently asked, sounding as soothing as possible, "What's wrong?" At this moment, a glimmer of light poured in through the window, touching Draco's exquisitely handsome face. His long eyelashes trembled, and droplets of tears formed like shattered gems. E

I closed my eyes when I heard a fabric being torn, and there was nothing I could do but just let my tears fall. —--------------------------------------- DRACO. “Enough!” I said in a broken voice as I finally let go of the Orebrus. My body gave in, and I fell onto my knees. Water splashed all around me as tears rolled down my cheeks despite keeping my eyes closed. “Draco…” Warm hands cupped my face, tilting my head up. But I couldn’t look at the woman—my own mate—that I abandoned. “I’m sorry.” My shoulders shook as my sobs finally came.

“Why? Why me?” “Are you serious?” Vincent said with weak laughter. Drakaina tightened her grip on the prince's neck, “Do you think I’m making fun here?” “Alright, alright! Because I love you . . . and I’m crazy about you. Satisfied?” “Why are you doing this?” “Can we talk in a nicest way than this?” Drakaina doesn't know why she's doing this, it's useless for her to fight if her friends die and she's also not sure if they're okay or not. She carefully released the prince and put her knife away, while the prince is caressing his own neck.

I cried out, but he ignored me. “It's too late Zara. If you had listened to me when I said you should, this wouldn't be happening. I would have taken things easy with you,” Draco growled, tearing his clothes and my clothes, “No please,” I begged, tears trickling down my eyes, while Draco leaned forward, licking my tears. No! this can't be happening to me, Lord do something, Carl save me! I cried Inwardly.

I moaned. Draco stood a few feet away, leaning against his desk, his posture infuriatingly relaxed. He checked his watch as if he were waiting for a train, his eyes flicking up to mine only to watch me suffer. "Please," I panted, my voice cracking under the strain. I was sprawled across the mahogany, my legs shaking, my heels digging into the wood. "Draco, I can’t… I can’t take anymore. Make it stop." He tilted his head, his silver eyes cold and calculating. "Make it stop? But we’ve barely begun, Selena. You’re shivering like a leaf. Is it too much for you?"

If only I could black out, escape this nightmare in an instant. "Lily, look at me," Draco's voice commanded, low and breathy, causing a shiver of fear to ripple through me. "I said, look at me!!!" he bellowed, his tone sharp and forceful, forcing me to snap my eyes open in terror. "Please, don't do this now," I pleaded, my voice quivering, my legs trembling with fear. A deep, dark chuckle escaped Draco's lips as he stared at me. Then, without warning, he reached out and grabbed the straps of my top, yanking them so violently that I heard a distinct tearing sound, followed by a searing pain shooting through my shoulder.

he shouted and stomped out of the house in anger. “What do I do Lord, help me. I feel so alone.” hugging herself she wept, for the scary present and the unknown tomorrow ****************** A few hours later ****************** “Mum, wake up. You will catch a cold.” Chris shook his mum slowly Disoriented, she looked at her son, “I must have slept off while cleaning.” Chris knew this wasn’t true because the glasses he broke in anger were still scattered on the floor and from the way his mum was curled up on the ground, he knew she had been crying. But he didn't say anything but helped her to the yellow faded couch in the living room.

Right in front of me… I felt my knees tremble before my legs could no longer hold up my weight and I tumbled to the ground feeling emotions overpower all my senses in a way that had never happened in the last ten years. It took me a while to understand that the reason why my vision was blurry was because of the tears that streamed down my face uncontrollably. Broken sobs followed soon after. ‘Don’t make me weak…’ I cried desperately to myself. ‘Please…don’t make me this weak! Not now! Not now!’ But instead, I felt two strong arms wrap around me from behind and a familiar kind of scent engulfed me as Draco’s war embraced chased away the icy grip around my heart that threatened to bring back h

“What the actual fuck, you stupid horny bitch! You’re allowed to eye-fuck the sexy gods, not fuck-fuck them! Get your act together. It’s because of you I’m currently crying a river in my pants!” A flash of white danced in the mirror and I stiffened, shock rippling over me as I slowly turned and faced Draco’s massive wolf. He stared at me unblinkingly, his ears erect, and head cocked to the side. There was something in his mouth, a case of some sort. Wait, was that a first aid kit? I swallowed the knot in my throat. “How much of that did you hear?” He blinked. Fuck my life. “Okay.” I nodded and headed towards the bathroom. “I’m going to go drown myself now.”