Draco Malfoy Doll Novels & Stories

The brief memory made him smile, but Draco didn't understand how the locket magically appeared in the castle. Draco was certain Andriandita had it leashed around her neck while he buried her. "I guess this isn't it. Maybe someone has this kind of locket," Draco murmured to himself. He was about to put it back into the box when someone knocked on the door. "Come in," he closed the box with the lockets and stashed it on his shelf before turning to see the male servant. "My lord," the male servant bowed in greeting. "May I help you?" he gestured, earning a nod from the servant.

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.

The reason she was named Angel was due to the fact that her Dragon was an Angel Aura quartz color. We hadn’t changed her name when she shifted for the first time. Unlike other Dragons, she had also been born with a Dragon Stone, which was the Angel Aura quartz. The Stone was beautiful, with a white base and a mixture of iridescent colors. She was the most beautiful Dragon that I have ever seen. Depending on how the light hit her, her coloring would shimmer with a colorful aura. The Stone had been named correctly because whenever I saw it, she looked like an Angel.

“It’s all lovely.” “I’m glad. I notice you haven’t worn earrings since you’ve been here, yet your ears are pierced. I hope you don’t mind, but I bought you these.” Draco withdrew a small jeweler’s box from his jacket pocket and opened it. All the breath in Blair’s lungs froze when she saw the platinum-set diamond ear studs there. “May I?” Draco asked.