Draco Malfoy Doll Novels & Stories

He beamed joyously bringing a smile to Draco and Fiona's lips. Finlay opened Draco's gift and it was a huge portrait of Finlay as those big blue eyes gaped at him. "I lwook like a bwaby," he babbled, making them laugh. "You're a baby, Finlay," Fiona chuckled kissing his cheek as Draco hugged them both tightly. "Cwan't breath," the toddler said tapping on his shoulder as the three of them laughed.

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

Maika grumbled, annoyed that she hadn’t seen her twin brother since the awakening. “He left with Sir Draco to C Country, my lady,” Anne said, blushing at the mention of Draco’s name. Draco is the highest-ranking Royal Guard in the palace. He is assigned exclusively to protect the reigning royal family. With his powerful aura, well-built physique, and irresistibly handsome face, it’s no wonder every woman in the palace swoons over him. Beyond his title, Draco's bloodline is second only to the Vellarias in purity. He grew up alongside Malko and is his best friend—but was always a thorn in Maika’s side.

"I'll be the first one to get pregnant. My child will definitely be the next ruler of the alliance!" I ignored her tantrum and went off to prepare for my wedding in three days. In one thing, she wasn't wrong—the serpent clan was indeed very poor. I worried they might not even have the money for a proper gown, so I planned to prepare one myself. To my surprise, that very evening, Draco came in person to deliver my wedding dress. It was the first time I truly saw his face. His skin was pale, almost bloodless. His long, narrow eyes carried a quiet authority, and the emerald green of his irises held a mysterious depth. Yet the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye lent a subtle grace to his oth

“I don’t think this one complements your dress.” He was right. I had a plum colored dress, and it offset the emerald ring, but I didn’t want to go without it. But before I could explain that, Draco had already pulled the ring from my finger. “Draco…” “A gold diamond ring would fit here better,” he said as he took something out of his pocket without letting go of my hand. He took out a small black box and popped it open. “My mother would surely love to have her ring on you.”

Draco had said it first quietly, in the early morning, holding her for the first time with the specific careful quality of someone who had never held something this small and was treating the holding as the most important thing he had ever done and he had looked at me and said: "Maren." I had looked at him. "If you want," he said. "Your mother's name." I had held his gaze for a long moment. Then I had said yes. Maren Fletcher-whatever-Draco's-surname-was which was a conversation we were still having and which Mila had opinions about. Maren. She had my eyes and Draco's jaw and a quality of attention even at three days old, even at one week that made Elara look at her and say:

“Babygirl, if you’re not up for it, I can help.” “N-No!” she hurried to take off her coat. After a moment of struggling, she finally managed to remove her hat and sunglasses, letting her golden blonde hair fall freely around her shoulders. “I’m done,” she sighed, placing the extra clothing aside, now revealing the pink bodycon dress that hugged her curves. Malfoy leaned back, his gaze lingering as he smiled. “Much better.” “Are you ordering something, or should I get us both a Dark ‘N’ Stormy, Miss… uh…” Malfoy paused, turning to her with a devilish grin.

She whispers, “Drakon I vovk.” “What does that mean?” Mara’s voice is soft, almost like she’s in disbelief, “One is dark and a child of the moon. His ways are that of an animal. The other is born of fire. He is brutal, powerful, and beastly.” She pulls back and gathers her things, “I must go. You ladies enjoy your last night in Ireland.” Looking at me, she says, “I wish you all the best on your upcoming trials. Please remember, matters of the heart are not bound to logic and do not need reasons to be right.”

Draco beamed as he entered the banquet hall with Uncle Ford's assistance. His gift was the most expensive one, which was worth 120 million dollars. Even the gift-registry staff's voice was trembling when he read as he wrote on the list, "A set of diamond jewelry, eighty-eight gold bracelets, A high-end mansion, and twelve million in cash…" After reading the list for about 10 minutes, there was an uproar at the scene. The guests were all amazed by Draco's generosity, and they praised him for being an excellent elder of the Mason family, the top and wealthiest of the Four Great Families.