Draco Malfoy Doll Novels & Stories

" Knock. Knock. " There seemed like someone was at the door. It was Draco. So I wasn't dead after all. Or was I? He didn't look anything like the Draco I had met. This one looked more like a God. His hair was all white. His eyes glowed. They were a shade of the sky above. He had some sort of an armour on him. No, wait. It was no armour, it looked more like silvery scales. " So you are finally up. Have you recovered well? "

Draco was there, sitting on a big rock. He wore a black shirt and jeans that held snugly to his muscular body, with boots that had a couple of tiny grass sticking to the soles. He immediately spotted Kyra, and a smile crossed his face, a ray of sunlight hitting his face in a way that made his brown eyes look golden.

Mine and mine alone. The ruffles covered the rim of the dress giving it the appearance of a mermaid tail, hugging the small of her waist and enhancing the curves. The off-shoulder design with ruffled short sleeves fell elegantly over the slender arms delicately flowing with her every movement. The Crystal white shade of the dress complimented the warm shade of her flushed skin. The small beads like pearls shimmering with every twirl. Her eyes slowly shifted to her hair, elegantly loosely pinned at the back as several stray strands fell over her angelic features. Almond eyes covered with a light shade of peach and a nude shade of coral enriched her small heart-shaped lips.

I stole my childhood friend’s doll. Then, he called to complain. I listened to him wail as the doll sat in my hand, its texture somehow akin to that of human skin. Under its skirt was something remarkably female. This left me confused. ‘Is this doll female or male?’ Then, more importantly… ‘Did it come with both organs? Or is this modified?’ He sounded hysterical over the line. Surprised by this, I accidentally squished the doll’s limbs a little.

Lucia demanded, pulling the girl toward her. But before the servant could answer, a deep, dark chuckle echoed from behind and Draco staggered into the hallway. He was shirtless, wearing only loose, unbuttoned pants, while a half empty bottle of liquor dangled from one hand. His hair was disheveled, and he had a twisted grin on his face that didn’t belong to any sane man. His eyes glittered with a drunken, predatory satisfaction. “Well, well…” he slurred. “Look who ran away before the fun was over.”

The maid opened the window when she heard the noise. 'Elena, please tell the young lady that we have entered the Baron's territory. 'Okay.' Sitting across from Elena was a young girl in a mage's robe. She had a slender figure and jade-like skin, with long black hair that reached down to her waist. Her beautiful and delicate face was only slightly better than that of a goddess, especially those black eyes that had a charm that could captivate a person's soul. Kristen Stewart, the only daughter of Baron Stewart, a dragon vein wizard of the first order and a magician of the first order, has the title of the most beautiful tulip in Brittany.

Draco was not just consumed by resentment—he also possessed two rare Protection Shields. One came from himself, a defense born out of his past experiences, and the other was granted by a spirit who had sacrificed all their remaining fortune to create it for him. Aria hadn't noticed the shield before due to the presence of the Soul Suppression Plaque, but now she paused, observing the faint golden glow that emanated from his resentment. "Were you a soldier before?" she asked. Draco's eyes burned with fury. "So what if I was? They never treated us like humans. They deserve to die! All of them who bullied my daughter should die!" His anger boiled over as the Soul Suppression Plaque gleamed, fee

"Mona, don't—" But it was too late. Dagrel heard me. He turned slowly, his gaze locking onto mine. For just a moment, his eyeballs flickered red—a flash so quick I almost missed it. Then they were normal again. "I am Dagrel, the son of the richest man in this whole city, this school biggest sponsor" he announced, his voice dripping with arrogance. He held up his hands, displaying rings on every finger—gold, silver, diamonds, each one more ostentatious than the last. "You must be new."

I retract my claw and slowly back away from him "Now answer my questions. Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want from me?" I forcefully ask again, trying so hard to keep my anger in check. He collects the handkerchief his friend extends toward him. Taking his time, he carefully wipes the trail of blood away from his neck before pressing the handkerchief to the back of his head to stop the bleeding. "My name is Draco..." He says after he's done cleaning himself up. 'Draco!?... What the fuck kind of name is Draco? Draco means dragon or serpent. Who named their child that?...' I wonder to myself as he continues talking

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.