Draco Malfoy Fancast Novels & Stories

Draco growled, "You either stick to one or remain a playboy. Try to stay away from Anastasia if you're picking the latter. Princess perfection is a professional at pleasing you, not sure my Anastasia has any experience.” I opened my mouth to speak but Teresa screamed at me to shut up, looking more pleased with what was happening. She had no idea how dangerous what Draco was doing was. ‘He’s going to kill him.’ I nodded agreeing with the voice. ‘I think so, and I doubt Draco had the strength to defend himself.’ As if fueling Marius’s rage, Draco poked Marius’s chest and smiled warmly. "See, you can't even express your anger properly, like the coward…you…"

Marcus promised. "That sounds lovely." Scarlet agreed and her smile couldn't fade as she stared at Draco. It's like I'm eating kamias because I'm constantly grimacing. I am disgusted with that girl. Just the other day, if he could play drama, you'd think he was the one being oppressed, but now the winner of the lottery is still a loser and it's okay if he cheats on Draco. It's creepy.

“The king could crush steel without trying. You should be thankful for his Majesties restraint when handling you.” Then he promptly turns around, the maids urging me from behind. I step forward on trembling legs, keeping my mouth shut. There was no point in wasting my breath on the man before me. Clearly, he was a fanatical servant who likely revered the King as God. It curdles my stomach. He is just a man. A beast, more like. Tenderly I rub as my wrists—the very bones ache. At least I got to pet a dragon, that was quite the experience. His Majesties pet was the best part of that whole bizarre experience.

And of course Drake to make himself look good and probably to make us worship him even more, he gave us part of his personal inheritance, which made him even more famous in our family, making him once again the golden boy who cares about his brothers and whose dumbass older brother is nothing. When the old man died, I got ten percent of the business, Scarlett got thirty percent, and guess who the majority partner is? Drake! He's got sixty percent of the company, he owns the whole damn company! He owns it all. My father was humiliated because of this family. Over thirty years of marriage to this filthy codger who wants me to call her mom and is always on my case about wanting a perfect little

I asked sweetly, "would I do that?" His eyes remained locked on mine. "Because I said so." I folded my arms. "I'm afraid that's not a very convincing argument." "I don't need to convince you. I am Draco Castellano." "So?" I said with confidence. "No." I tilted my head thoughtfully. "I find your brothers fascinating." His jaw tightened. "They're charming in completely different ways." I added. Silence. "Daemon is entertaining." Another heartbeat. "Diavolo is observant." His gaze darkened. "And Draven..." I smiled. "...is surprisingly funny."

Don Carlo shushed him. He went quiet, but I could still feel that stupid grin on his face. “I honestly don't care enough to form an opinion. You are the Dons. It's your job to figure it out.” I shrugged nonchalantly. “Look at him. Always acting so cool,” Draco burst out laughing. “Maybe you should learn something from him and stop acting like an imbecile. Think you can do that?” Madam shot at him. “Oh please. Just say you want to ride his cock, and that's why you always take his side,” he retorted insultingly.

Yesterday, as the host, the Foxhall royal family spared no expense, distributing a substantial amount of rare medicinal treasures to the other royal families to aid in their recovery. Today, everyone's injuries had stabilized. However, their expressions were grim. "Draco, are you alright?" "I'm fine." Draco sat upright, his face impassive. There was no trace of emotion—no way to tell what he was thinking. It was as if nothing had happened yesterday. "I've only been practicing the Tyrant Dragon Physique for three months. I haven't fully mastered it yet. Gideon must have perfected his Solar Titan Physique long ago.

“Mr. Draco’s circulatory system was damaged, yet he is still able to maintain his master-level prowess. May I presume that he was a grandmaster at the peak of his health?” Mr. Draco narrowed his eyes and got on his knees. “Dr. Kayson, I beg you to heal me! I, Skye Draco, am willing to forever be your follower!” Mr. Draco’s full name was Skye Draco. “Are you the “Dragon Slayer” who has gone missing for the past few years?” Jeremy was surprised.

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

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.”