Draco Malfoy Dad Novels & Stories

She could see it in Draco’s resolute eyes, always trying to hide his pain. Draco took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Yes, Danny Fergie is my father. He left my mother for a prostitute. My mother loved him too much. She ended up taking her own life because she couldn’t bear to live without him. Ever since she left me, I swore I’d get revenge.”

Bex laughs, and I nod. "Who is he?" Alaric looks at her. "Max's father is friends with the Dean, makes considerable donations, and has done so for a few years." Bex explains. "Four years ago, his older son was there. He was just as bad as Max, but nothing got done. He got warnings, verbal, not recorded so it appeared like he had a perfect record. People know, so no one even wastes time reporting Max and his behaviour." "His last name, please, Bex?" Alaric looks at her.

she declared, clapping her hands like she'd just won the lottery. I stepped out of the car in front of Dad's office building. The massive Adriano Estates sign loomed above. Typical Dad—everything about him screamed opulence. Walking through the front doors, I was greeted with smiles and nods from familiar faces. Dad's office had always been a second home for Mom and me. On slow days, we'd come here just to pester him, our antics turning his workday into our entertainment. Twenty-four years later, nothing had changed. "Hello, handsome," I greeted Harry, Dad's ever-loyal secretary, with a playful smile.

Zoey's innocent question filled the air, causing Draco to momentarily freeze. A warm smile spread across Draco's face as he crouched down to Zoey's level. "Oh, my little one, I wish I could go with you and Mommy. But sometimes, grown-ups have different responsibilities that they need to take care of." Zoey's face scrunched up in confusion, her eyes reflecting a mix of disappointment and curiosity. "But I want you to come with us, Daddy. I don't want to leave you behind." Draco quickly composed himself, a warm smile appearing on his face. "Oh, sweetheart, I wish I could. But for now, it's time for Mommy to return to the palace. Daddy will be cheering you on from here."

I have never met someone as crazy and evil as her. The murderer of my parents is now here asking me to kneel down in front of her if I want the vaccine? That will be over my dead body! ALFRED’S POV Draco has been a very uptight and wonderful leader ever since he ascended the throne, but he is unnecessarily brutal when it comes to digging out punishments. He suffers a lot from trust issues and won’t open up to anyone except me and that is because I am his wolf. We share one body, so there is no way I wouldn’t know what was going on with him.

I rolled my eyes even though he can't see me. "You disappeared suddenly giving us no trace of yours and now you are asking me who remembers whom, huh?" I accused him of his negligence. Draco is Uncle John's third son and is a playboy too. He almost disappeared for two years saying he want to visit most of the countries. He didn't contact anyone until now. "Okay.... okay... I admit. The fault is all mines. I'm sorry. By the way, how is my niece?" He asked referring to Sweety.

Ferdinand was dumbstruck, filling the silence with whatever words linked up on his tongue. “Sure.” Draco acknowledged his statement. “You look… powerful.” Ferdinand hadn’t seen the old dragon since the reign of the old tyrant king… no, a couple of years ago when he asked for the nails. Draco hadn’t aged a day, his skin covered in bright ink, his eyes liquid tar, his arrogant face. “You look so much like your father,” Draco noted. “The old tyranny who dares to injure my baby son.” He ground his teeth at the last sentence. “I hear they call you the Ambitious Emperor of The Unknown now.”

"Partly." "And the other part was my grandmother." "Yes." I was quiet for a moment, turning it all over the wolf, the demons, the dragon, the vampire, the mother, the brother. The particular architecture of a person built from things that should have broken them. "Your father," I said. "Valen." Something changed in Draco's expression. Subtle but distinct. "Yes." "He's behind Rocco's hatred." "He's behind most things," Draco said. "He's been behind most things for a very long time."

This was a political move—one step up the ladder built on blood. “Draco, son of Amos,” Father said, a faint smile curving his lips. “I admire your strength and courage. You have my blessings. Take as many men and chariots as you need for this mission.” “You honor me, my Alpha. I will not let you down,” Draco said, bowing deeply. “I hope so,” Father replied calmly, “for your sake. You have seen the fate of those who fail me.” A flicker—just a brief flash of fear—crossed Draco’s face before he mastered it and straightened.

I shook her hand, my eye noticing the large diamond rock on her finger, "How's your dad doing? He must be pleased that you're finally settling down?" Caleb came from money, lots of it. His father was a well-known businessman, and one of the most notorious billionaire players. He always had a different woman on his arm. "He is, but Gramps is pretty pissed with him. Mind if we join you?" "Not at all," I offered a smile to Selma. Caleb and I had been inseparable since we met at school, I had been fourteen and he was fifteen. We had dated from the ages of fifteen and sixteen to twenty and twenty-one.