Draco Malfoy Doll Novels & Stories

my eyes widened when I heard a familiar soft voice call my name. “Draco!” I put my phone away and carried Draco in my arms. Cameron was right. It was exactly twenty minutes from before and Draco woke up. Was he a future seer or something? I gasped! Cameron was a prince of the seven hells, how could he not be a future seer? “How are you my precious? Do you want anything?” I asked while touching Draco's delicate cheeks. He looked so cheerful I could feel my heart twirl. “Don't worry sweetcheeks, I'll get you a very pretty tiny car for you to play with or a nice toy dog..”

placing her hands under her chin, she was getting tired of their unending talks. Draco was torn between the offers in front of him. He had tried his best to develop a cure for the strange illness by killing wolves in his pack, but nothing worked. He cannot afford to lose the throne that his parents died for and now here he is with an offer to marry the daughter of his parents’ murderers.

A cold chill tousled through the hairs on the back of my neck and filtered down my spine, prompting me to spin around and make it back towards the front of the door when my eyes were drawn into something I had not really noticed previously. A dazzling porcelain doll sat competently on a rocking chair, facing my direction. She initially appeared to be expensive and visually striking, as if she has a million bolts of charm and glamour lurking beneath her smile. Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs.

I am not feeling the pain which he was giving me whenever he was pounding inside me. I am only wondering what if he really used those devices on me!! I can't even imagine!! He is a sadist. After seeing all this I am confirmed that he is a sadistic psycho. He noticed my face that I am horrified by seeing all those torture devices. I am sweating like a pig. I felt him wiping my sweats from my forehead, face and neck by my saree. Then he said smiling," My doll has learnt her lesson. Let's take a test".

The dragon whined unhappily, struggling around in her arms to get away. Ongoing theme of her life. She had to tighten her grip to keep the creature from chewing on the gaudy bronze plates that were strapped on its back. "Just for a few minutes." The dragon rider tried to soothe him, scratching under the clunky headpiece that had been custom forged just for the dragon. "Please just hang on for a while until I manage to prove my dear father wrong, and I'll take these stupid things off you."

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

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.

After a long while, he quietly said, "Yes." Emma was shaken, feeling like a hundred mixed emotions in her heart, and her body trembled. She understood now. Draco matured early and was always alone. He was even more sensitive and intelligent than some adults. This caused others to develop affection for him inadvertently. Draco slowly took out a carved wooden figurine from his body. Emma: "..." At first glance, it looked like a little rabbit... "Do you see the resemblance, Sister?" Draco looked at her earnestly. Emma couldn't bear to mock him and had to say, "Yes, it's very similar. Did you make it yourself?"

He looked at the man. “What?” Draco raised his brows. “Produce children like a dog, you're such a sick bastard!” he growled, looking away. King Draco had never been disrespected in that manner in his entire existence. Anger boiled in him, he looked at Draven who stood with an indifferent attitude. “You are a bastard!” then Draco threw him the puzzle box that he had already placed on the table side. Draven’s eyes moved to the puzzle box as it came in the air and almost immediately Draven looked at it, it froze and dangled in the air gently.