Draco Malfoy Smirk Novels & Stories

Emma grinned as she watched the variety of emotions display on Draco's face. The latter was of course puzzled as to why she had insulted him without an inch of fear. He was bamboozled. "What did you say?" He asked, stepping closer to her, his fists clenched tight, and his face masked with fury, and a little pinch of surprise, more like amazement. "You want to die?" He queried, with a sardonic smile on his face. "We will see who dies first." Emma uttered with a smirk which seemed to have infuriated Draco, because in the next second, he was lunging for her neck, but then, his mission was cut off by an invisible force which threw him far away from her.

the other man let out a shriek. Draco, however, seemed fine despite the tough landing. He flipped over and got to his feet, his beady eyes glinting with malice as he glowered at Liam. "Ah, I have made the foolish mistake of underestimating you, you little twat! It's no wonder you had the guts to make such outrageous claims! It turns out you do have some tricks up your sleeve!" he said, sneering. He rubbed his chest, where it still throbbed from where Liam struck him, and said, "We'll see if you get lucky a second time, you twat!" With that, Draco channeled a powerful surge of energy—that of a two-star military king. He had learned his lesson and knew not to underestimate Liam this time. The

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.

It wasn’t like she could just shoo him away. She even noticed the smile playing on his lips at that moment. And as she looked at him, she couldn’t help but compare the two cousins. Yes, they were both handsome. They even seemed to be the same height. The only difference was that Jake smiled a lot and always looked cheerful, while Draco always looked like he was born out of bitterness. His face always carried a serious expression, and his brows were constantly furrowed. Maybe when God was spreading bitterness into the world, Draco was standing right outside and caught all of it.

The smirk on his face was pure challenge. “What do you want, Draco?” His tone was bored, though his wolf flared just beneath the surface. I took a step closer, voice sharp as broken glass. “Stay away from her. This is my only warning. She’s mine.” The corner of his lips curled. “Yours?” he echoed, his voice dripping with mockery. “So it’s true, then. Just as I suspected. She’s your fated mate.” His eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. “Too bad she’s human. Or have you told her about the beast that lies beneath your polished suit? I imagine sweet, soft Loriah would be… appalled.”

Making her way through the hall to the empty seats a few feet away, a muscular hand swung over her shoulders, pulling her halfway against a strong male body. “Kyra, why does your expression look like you’re attending someone’s funeral?” Draco smirked down at her, the golden flecks in his brown eyes gleaming with amusement. Kyra looked up at him with her eyebrows furrowed. “My entire morning just got ruined.” Draco’s eyes narrowed as he brushed one hand through his short black hair, his chiseled features tightening at her quiet voice. Then he said in a half-serious voice. “I just knew it was MJ. Should I join in planning her funeral?”

Or was it the bloody gladiators that startled her, or the sight of drunk men puking and drinking as they roared to the gladiators? “So? You brought me here to witness your males derive pleasure from each other?” She finally spoke, but there was a faint quiver in her voice Draco picked up on, and preyed on it. With a toothy grin, he leaned in closer and hummed. “Not exactly, mouthy…” “Why do you even call me that?” She blurted in frustration. “For the record, it’ll never make me cave.” He laughed at her ignorance. Then with a cocked brow, he asserted. “I have a better present that’ll make you cave, mouthy. One that you’ll love.”

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.

His suspicions were proven right when Draco sighed all of a sudden, then chuckled to himself before rubbing his nape awkwardly. “I’m such a mess, aren’t I? Crying in front of you like that. You must have been embarrassed, Sir Niccolo.” Draco’s words had Niccolo smiling as he looked down at his lap, picking his words up carefully. “If doing so had brought you any peace, than it is alright.”