Draco Malfoy Father Novels & Stories

I say. "I know where your parents are, and if you want to see them, I can arrange that for you," Draco says. I think for a moment. "I think I would like that a lot," I say. "Just do you know, your mother and father have watched you over the years. You are a lot like your mother. She has that drive for knowledge too. Your father, he is a great man. I think you will find that the apple did not fall far from the tree," Draco says.

"You came home very early today to play with the kids?" Scott understood everything with just a glance. He then said dotingly, "I came home early since there wasn't much for me to do." After that, he nodded at the children before he looked at Draco and asked, "This is?" Caroline smiled and explained, "He's Evan's father." Scott smiled. "Mr. Jordan, hello." Draco was baffled. 'What's happening? This child resembles this man as well. Did I make a mistake because of my age?'

Draco. Rodrik was always diligent in his work. For centuries, he had been Abbator's soulgazer, ordained with the gift of reaching out to the god of bond to know the people he had paired. Draco knew it was Rodrik who helped his mother, Solane, and his father, Cormac, realize they were fated mates. Draco winced at the thought of his father, King Cormac, who in history was now recognized as the Butcher but was once adored by Draco.

“Yes. Of course, go ahead. Tell him how far better you are…” “I’m not done talking yet.” He cut him off again, this time in a voice laced with annoyance, making my head tilt to look in his direction, and I found him with his hand raised toward him, like he was slamming him to shut up. “I don’t agree with you. And I’m sure my parents would rise from the dead if you thought being your son would mean I would still end up as the person that I am today. You’re fucking wrong. I was raised well by my parents. My father had been my backbone all these years until his death. But if for any fucked-up reason I ended up as your son, I am a hundred percent sure I would be in a horrible, deranged state. Pr

she paused sniffing. Now, this is getting understandable. I recalled that he and my dad were pretty much close until before my dad died. My dad had mentioned to me, in his words "that he and Uncle Draco ain't in the same category of business anymore " . I'd asked him about uncle Draco and why he suddenly stopped visiting us after my dad got demoted , then he said those words. I didn't understand those words, but all I knew was that Mr Draco now acted mean and looked dangerous.

" Draco's red, swollen, and bleeding face, paired with his ferocious remarks, made him resemble a vengeful spirit fresh out of hell. He turned to Mom and Dad again, saying, "That brat is entirely useless to us. Why don't you just cut ties with her and let her deal with the agreement she signed herself? You see, the Lancaster family has no room for a traitorous bitch like her." Under the incredulous stares of the onlookers, Dad nodded, saying, "I'll write up the papers to disown her right now."

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

This was a political move—one step up the ladder built on blood. “Draco, son of Amos,” Father said, a faint smile curving his lips. “I admire your strength and courage. You have my blessings. Take as many men and chariots as you need for this mission.” “You honor me, my Alpha. I will not let you down,” Draco said, bowing deeply. “I hope so,” Father replied calmly, “for your sake. You have seen the fate of those who fail me.” A flicker—just a brief flash of fear—crossed Draco’s face before he mastered it and straightened.

Emily said. "So soon?" He asked. "Yes. Do you wanna see it?" She asked. "Yeah." He said. Emily ran back to the room to get her drawing. Drago stood beside his father, smiling. "He looks just like you." Emma smirked. "What's your name, son?" "My name is Drago Malfoy." He responded. "I gave him the name to always remember you." "And that of Emily?" He asked. "Cos it's sounding more like Emma." "Just to keep reminding me of the two of us." She said with a shrug.

Her words and the bold front she tried to put up made the man in front of her give a wicked sinful smile and squatting in front of her he spoke. "I'M DRACO, XANDER'S FATHER. WELCOME TO HELL" TBC Don't forget to like and comment.