Draco Malfoy Dad Novels & Stories

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 never saw you again after that," Draco said, his voice tinged with sadness. After my mother fell ill and passed away, my father took me back, and I lost all contact with Draco. "You have no idea how long I searched for you," he said, feigning exasperation. "And yet, you heartless thing— you completely forgot about me." … Draco tapped my forehead lightly with his fingers, grumbling in mock annoyance. Yet, something about the gesture felt oddly familiar.

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.

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.

It was Draco, Instinctively, I pulled away; my heart raced, fear seeping into my bones. "I must have startled you", he grinned, "Follow me, let's go meet Mum and Dad", those titles didn't seem right, He draped his hands over my shoulder and pulled me along, I tensed but followed him silently, not daring to protest, we strode into the spacious sitting room, and on its lavish cushion sat Draco's mum and dad discussing, "Mum, Dad. Hera is finally awake; it worked!" He announced, what worked? I thought,

He seemed skeptical, unsure, but I pulled my gaze away and stared out the road. I think I have drawn out a introduction about myself for far too long. My name is Draco....and as you can already guess. I am the brother to Kelvin, CEO of Highlife Groups. Well....bastard brother to be exact. But that's isn't all, by the way. It was quite unfortunate that I am also a brother to the infamous Adams Black. Quite confusing when you try to think too much about it, but 'our' father was quite the player. Oh yes, I know all about the abuse Adams went through in his hands, and I knew for a fact that Adams was never his biological son.

I don’t even want to guess who it could be, but the sinking feeling in my gut tells me it’s going to tear the pack apart. Dad looks me dead in the eye, his voice low and full of regret. “It’s Draco.”