Draco Malfoy Wife Novels & Stories

My chest tightened, my pulse hammered, and I realized how powerless I was to the one human who had always held my heart, even without knowing it. The city lights blurred as I strode toward the exit, my mind racing through possibilities, strategies, excuses, anything that would put me back by her side. As I caught a glimpse of her retreating figure, my wolf—silent until now—stirred, a shadow of fury and longing warning me I would not let her vanish again. “Draco, we’re still husband and wife, and you can’t control yourself around her. Must you defend her so openly while I’m here? She was doing what she does best, being a homewrecker.” Marla hissed.

“My dear, don’t worry. Curiosity is a good thing, and if you and my son are to be married, then you should know about his late fiancée.” Married? Before Blair could disabuse Draco’s mother of the idea another word sank into her head. Fiancée? “It was terribly sad, of course. Marcella was such a darling girl. No one knew about her heart defect.” “Had they…had they known each other long?” Blair both wanted to know about this other woman and didn’t. She knew she’d be found wanting if she was to be compared side-by-side with the woman he had loved enough to offer marriage.

Jade ran several DNA tests on Jorah but Jaime always sabotaged the result, since Jaime is the biological father of Jorah; our biggest secret. And every-time I was able to prove that Jorah is Jade Laurent’s biological son and legally proving Jorah as a Laurent. Jade has said to me once "I'd marry you and only see you for occasions that requires my wife by my side, We do not need anything more than that" How cold, how unloving, but I'd have his heart by everything it'd take. "Ahhh,, yes there suck me!" I moaned out loud, Jaime gives heads better than anything else he could do, by the time I came, I pushed him aside and wore my underthings as he wore his as well.

he said. "Mila is documenting the wedding timeline," I said. "She's thorough," he said. "She can do both." I looked at Maren. Maren made the sound a third time. "She's talking to you," Draco said. "She's ten weeks old," I said. "She has the witch line," he said. "Draco —" "And the wolf heritage," he said. "Draco." "And she's our daughter," he said. "So she's —" "Don't say it," I said.

“Do you really think I can't deal with both of you at the same time? And this fearless show you're trying to put up, is nothing compared to the way I'll make you fear me the more. What actually gave you the guts to speak to me? That you're my son's wife? I won't hesitate to pull your tongue out of your mouth if you don't leave my way right now “. His tone got meaner by every word and he started walking menacingly towards me again. “Just leave the way ma'am. Please. I've accepted my fate and if you don’t shift, Draco would kill you and kill me at the end “. Ms Helen whispered behind me, her voice trembling as she sniffed. Accepted her fate to die? No way! And then, with all courage and boldne

"If that’s the case, I’ll assume the three of us are in agreement—we’re working together." Draco gave a slow nod. "Then I need your help finding my wife," I added, watching him closely. His smirk faltered, the amusement draining from his face. "Rumor has it that she ran away," he said, his voice almost too casual. Someone had been talking. I clenched my jaw but kept my expression neutral. "Regardless," Draco continued, shifting in his chair, "send me pictures of her, and I’ll see to it that we search the North. Consider it my way of thanking you for agreeing to this alliance."

The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge. Then I saw her name, Bianca Weller. My stomach twisted. Bianca, an ancestor tied to Draco’s cursed bloodline. The journal chronicled her manipulation, her dark enchantments, and her descendants. All this time, Draco had been experimenting with his own blood, using women in horrific rituals to find a suitable heir for his plans. My mother… My breath caught. The parallels between Bianca’s story and my own mother’s life made the truth undeniable. Draco was of royal blood, a descendant of Bianca Weller, hiding it all while manipulating the world around him. My pulse raced, and the room seemed to cl

Draco growled, grabbing me by the collar. "What if we are wrong and she wasn't taken by him? All the sacrifices you've made will be in vain!" Draco spat in anger. I know that also but I don't know what to do anymore "He already killed my wife, damn it! I can't let him do the same to my daughter, she's all I've got" I said in a broken voice. "Your daughter does not even know you're alive so don't feel bad,"Draco said, patting my shoulders lightly. I gritted my teeth as I murmured

She responded fiercely walking through. "I turn evil because of your rejection, you chose Richard over me... even though I was more handsome, more powerful than him." he scoffs. "Richard never killed any innocent...Draco" she responded shouting. "you betrayed your wife...he never did anything like that to anyone..that is why I chose him, loved him..and married him...Draco...I feel pity for you." she said walking towards him. He kneeled down because of the pain as all his energy withdrawn from his body,

“Mr. Brail! I found your wife. Mrs. Bethany Brail.” Eon smiled sinisterly at the mention of his wife’s name. “Let’s go pay a visit to my lovely wife. I miss her so much.” Arya went home brokenheartedly. She didn't have any appetite and just wished to sleep so that she could slip out of the reality.