Draco Malfoy Dad Novels & Stories

Zohan responded "You...Cowards!" Draco grunts and shockingly looked at Henry and Richard. "Draco this is your end, devilish end!" Richard exclaimed "Dad...dad...No!" Dyna crouched near Draco, drenched in tears. "Dad..., please admit your sins, please let your soul to release peacefully," "what are you saying, Dyna?" Lucifer scowls. "Yes,... he is our dad... who destroyed many kingdoms, killed many innocent wizards and their families in his life."

she whispered her name, but it almost came like a moan. The lights in his room were dimmed, but she could still clearly see his large frame and his defined body. He's got a much larger physique than his nephew. All along, Catherine believed that it was one of the factors that contributed to her fear of reaching out to him. But now, on what's currently happening, it felt like she couldn't afford to be scared of him anymore. Her throat ran dry as she watched him pull down his pants, down to his last entry; his boxers. Her eyes widened especially when she saw its now standing proud member. She could already feel it being hard earlier. But she never imagined that it would be that big... and long

I instinctively shifted to the side to hide the damp patch on my blouse before looking up at him. "What do you mean?" I asked. My eyes flicked past him toward the trampolines. The sight of Julian and Lydia playing there gave me the courage to speak up. The man chuckled. "I'm Finneas Zurick, Zachary's dad. We met at the kindergarten parent meeting," he began. "I've been thinking about you ever since then. I've been wondering when we'd finally get a chance to talk." His words grew more improper by the second. A faint blush spread across my cheeks as I studied him.

• • Richmond apartment in Italy... "Darling, are you sure you're not coming home with me?" Draco asked Bluey. She stuffed the remaining slice of apple in her mouth and shook her head in disagreement, which made him frown slightly. He twisted his mouth sulkily. "This apartment is more like a cementary" he said and paused. "Your father has left you after convincing you to kill your mum. You see, you're alone in this world. You should be grateful I'm still here" he said.

“Yes. Of course, go ahead. Tell him how far better you are…” “I’m not done talking yet.” He cut him off again, this time in a voice laced with annoyance, making my head tilt to look in his direction, and I found him with his hand raised toward him, like he was slamming him to shut up. “I don’t agree with you. And I’m sure my parents would rise from the dead if you thought being your son would mean I would still end up as the person that I am today. You’re fucking wrong. I was raised well by my parents. My father had been my backbone all these years until his death. But if for any fucked-up reason I ended up as your son, I am a hundred percent sure I would be in a horrible, deranged state. Pr

" Draco's red, swollen, and bleeding face, paired with his ferocious remarks, made him resemble a vengeful spirit fresh out of hell. He turned to Mom and Dad again, saying, "That brat is entirely useless to us. Why don't you just cut ties with her and let her deal with the agreement she signed herself? You see, the Lancaster family has no room for a traitorous bitch like her." Under the incredulous stares of the onlookers, Dad nodded, saying, "I'll write up the papers to disown her right now."

“I…” “Don’t worry, I am happy for the news, although it would have been nicer to have been told by my son than to have confirmed it myself.” Sabina leaned forward and gave Blair a pat on her arm. “Umberto, Draco’s father, will also be pleased. He tried to talk me out of bringing us both here today, but Draco has had long enough to keep you to himself. It was past time for you to meet the family, such as we are left.” “Draco’s father is here also?” Blair asked, her eyes darting around to see if he was here at the poolside.

Draco held her firmly as he made her sit on the couch and crouched in front of her holding her hands firmly in his big warm ones. "I know it's hard but Dexter is his father," Draco said. "The father who was ready to kill him?" She mocked. "Finlay is my life Draco. I can't. I don't care if he's Finlay's father or not. Finlay belongs to me. I can't," "Fiona," Draco sighed. "As a father Dexter has the right to Finlay. If he wants he could take Finlay from us but he's not doing that because he knows Finlay is safe and happy with you. All Dexter wants is to meet his son," Draco said when a small voice caused them both to freeze.

Suddenly Draco's tears dripped, getting heavier in each second. Feelings of sadness flooded through Draco. His chest felt so tight. The piercing sadness felt so sore on Draco's chest. He looked up and looked at Edmund. "Why? Why did he do that for me?" Draco asked, crying sadly. Edmund looked at Draco gently and lovingly. "Because he is my father. He is a Red Dragon who is full of love. He did it with love and pride. I'm very proud of him, Draco," said Edmund hoarsely. Remembering his father's presence made Edmund's tears dripped too.

Dad loved Dungeons and Dragons and taught me to play way too early. But then I got to middle school. And playing Dungeons and Dragons was considered uncool.My eyes burned at the memory of yelling at my Dad to stop trying to get me to play those silly games. He never brought it up again. "I'm sorry," I whispered, letting the tears fall free. "I'm sorry I was such a terrible child. I'm so sorry, Dad." "Hey, hey, it's okay, Camille," Megan whispered, stroking my hair. "It will all be fine."