Draco Malfoy Older Novels & Stories

he grumbled, and began walking away. Snapping out of my trance, I hastily adjusted my dress. The thought of fleeing this place forever crossed my mind, but it was a futile thought. Wherever I ran, Draco would find me. He was a feared mafia lord, reigning over this city. "Girl... Come here," Draco's sharp, cold command snapped me back to reality. When I looked up, I saw him fully dressed, exuding a dangerous aura. Despite his chilling demeanor, there was no denying his striking handsomeness. He appeared to be in his twenties, but such details hardly mattered. He was a ruthless mafia lord at such a young age.

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.”

The touch felt real and made his chest rippled. "Just a sweet dream," replied Albus with a relaxed smile. Draco touched his chest. There was a feeling of warmth and longing in his chest. He missed the girl. He wanted to meet the girl—what a strange dream. The dream was too real for Draco. However, maybe Albus was right. That girl might never have been around. The girl was probably Draco's imagination. Draco sighed. "Yes, too bad. Just a dream,” Draco replied with a sad smile. Draco secretly missed the girl. Nearly a hundred years passed.

I wasn't surprised that he was the one controlling the gang for the main time because he has been in the game for so long. All of them except the driver focused on me. "You are Theo's new pet?" A harsh, mocking laugh burst from his throat, echoing with sinister intent. "Do you even know that the same dick you've been riding was also part of us when we planned to murder your mother? Wait... " he paused, nodding his head in realization. "You must be the same person Draco met up with at the cafeteria he ended up dying at. You were the solution to release Drake and it all ended up in a double resolution. This is becoming interesting" His eyes flashed with a violent, corrosive anger.

He saw it all unravel: his parents' tragic deaths in a car accident, leaving him orphaned at such a young age. At that moment, Draco made a solemn vow at his parents' grave to do whatever it took to exact the revenge they deserved. He promised himself that Leo would pay dearly for what he had done to his family, and he would make sure the debt was paid with interest. After being orphaned, Draco was taken in by his father's brother, who raised him as one of his own. He provided for Draco's education and treated him with the same love and generosity he showed his own son, Jake. Draco's family made him feel like one of their own, and he didn't waste their kindness.

After that, she continued speaking, “Draco is not as bad as you make him out to be. He simply can’t go against his mother’s words. His mother has the final say for every decision in his family. He was initially willing to pay the price for the dowry. However, his mother simply refused to do so. Draco has already told me that his finances will be separated from his mother’s expenses after he gets married. By that time, he’ll save more money and he’ll give you the three hundred thousand dollars once he’s saved enough so you can buy a house for my brother then!” “What? You want us to wait another two years?” The middle-aged woman scolded, “Your brother is already twenty-two years old now. If we

I yelled at them. “When were you going to tell me? That he was Daniel Black. He said he was coming back for what was his. He told me clearly that he was an Alpha! An Alpha of Red Moon Pack!” I shouted, my eyes laced with anger and I was controlling Draco was taking over my body. “We wanted you to capture him Alpha,” Mamba said apologetically. He was the oldest of the elders about a hundred. His hair was filled up with gray hairs, and he seemed a bit weak.

One by one, the brothers filed out of the room. As the door closed behind Daemon, I slowly turned my attention back to Draco. He was already watching me. Interesting... He can command an empire with a single word. But the moment one of his brothers gives me a little too much attention... he sends him away. For a man who insists this is merely about control... he's making it increasingly difficult to believe him. "What the fuck is that again?” Draco yelled at me.

“She sat up to see Draco sitting in a chair in the corner, his deep emerald eyes, roaming over her. Madchen looked down to see she was only in a t-shirt, and she panicked. “How, how?” “I changed you into that,” he walked over to her and knelt down by the bed. Madchen instinctively pulled the covers to her chin. Drago reached out to her, but she shied away from him.Undeterred, he sat on the bed with her,slowly reaching again, and caressing her face. “So, beautiful,” he whispered,”You passed out on the ride home, no doubt from all the yelling.You have never taken up for yourself, have you?”

Stefanos glanced at Draco, and the duo nodded at each other, before Draco begin. "My my, look at my precious brows falling off! My clothes almost in tatters! My skin turning to decay! That old geezer sitting on his throne will never know what we poor folks have to do for a living. How will he? When he has his ass so high up in the air! I might as well rot away like this!" Draco let out an exasperated wail, rubbing his eyebrows for emphasis as Stefanos made an attempt to calm him by patting him in the back, of course, for the show. Men from the tea stall had all heard the complaint, and while steered clear of the matter, knowing exactly who the old geezer was, some came forward with questions