Draco Malfoy Manacled Novels & Stories

The second man walked calmly toward Alice, then bowed briefly while his cold blue eyes stared at her. "Good evening, printsessa." I was grateful they weren't speaking Russian again. And it seems they haven't realized I'm here too. My gaze returned to the first man, his strange black eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Alice. Why strange? Because his irises looked permanently dilated. It took me a moment to realize these two were Draco Malfoy's friends from before. "Where's Eirik?" Alice asked, her hand still gripping the katana in her right hand.

The door to the suite was open, and standing in the entryway was Draco, feral from a night roaming as a mindless beast. He took a step closer, the tendons on his neck straining, and snarled. “Mine.”

If only I could black out, escape this nightmare in an instant. "Lily, look at me," Draco's voice commanded, low and breathy, causing a shiver of fear to ripple through me. "I said, look at me!!!" he bellowed, his tone sharp and forceful, forcing me to snap my eyes open in terror. "Please, don't do this now," I pleaded, my voice quivering, my legs trembling with fear. A deep, dark chuckle escaped Draco's lips as he stared at me. Then, without warning, he reached out and grabbed the straps of my top, yanking them so violently that I heard a distinct tearing sound, followed by a searing pain shooting through my shoulder.

Draco’s face was a mask of unrestrained rage. “Y-you—” Mangar gasped, struggling as Draco’s foot pinned him by the throat. He tried to push Draco off, but he was no match for Draco’s strength. Draco glared down at Mangar, who was barely able to breathe. “How dare you try to touch what’s mine! This is your punishment for messing with me!” “I already p-paid for Luna!” Mangar choked out. Draco picked up the pistol from the floor and pressed it to Mangar’s head. “I don’t give a damn about your excuses. I told you from the start—Luna is mine!”

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

But at the early hours of dawn, when light had just begun to break through the horizon…I hadn't even realized when I had dozed off and as a result…one of my hands had been tied to the bed while I had been sleeping. Snapping my eyes open, I jerked on the constraints, only to be yanked back hard by whatever was holding me. “Damnit!” I winced when the pain shot through my arm. “Stop struggling and you won’t have to get hurt.” My eyes snapped to the source of the voice to find Draco sitting at the foot of the bed, putting on his shoes. He was almost fully dressed in a full sleeved maroon shirt and indigo slate colored dress pants, and from the way his hair was sleeked back; it looked like he had

The moment I slipped out of his control, he would easily tear me apart or force me back onto the toy shelf with strength no human could resist. "Take her back to her room. She is not to leave without my command." As the guards dragged me away, my last glimpse was of Nanette appearing in the doorway. Her clothes were half undone, and the vivid red marks on her neck silently declared her victory. I was confined. For three full days, I was given no food or water as punishment from Draco.

the man said. Draco went very still. The man watched him go still with the specific satisfied attention of someone who had found the thing they were looking for. "You didn't know," the man said. Draco held his gaze. He said nothing. He moved nothing on his face. Inside in the part of him that was entirely his, that the chains could not reach something happened that was enormous. That was too large for the room and too large for the chains and too large for whatever craft had put him here.

Stefan Malfoy's POV:: I was standing still, close to the window as I looked outside the building. I was so happy for everything going on currently. And today, happens to be the greatest of them all because finally I was with Lucinda Orlok, my childhood dream. She was still unconscious because Layzal [the djinn] had done a powerful enchantment on her which made it absolutely impossible for her to wake up anytime soon. I felt bad against it because i couldn't just wait to see her open her eyes and embrace my full glory. I have been on diet because I really wanted to appeal her the day she finally wakes up from her enchanted sleep.

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.