Draco Malfoy X Reader Novels & Stories

I wasn't sure about what he was plotting and I kept mute about Lucinda's disappearance because Layzal made a promise to keep her safe. "I'm not insane, madame. I am sure of what I heard." I responded quickly as I looked downward. One thing was certain and that was, she was never ever going to believe me, no matter what. Stefan Malfoy, o! that is totally unbelievable. He returned back to his position when Layzal returned to the underworld and ever since then, I have stumbled severally on Draco's discussion with madame. Elisabeta and one thing was certain, Draco had come to love Layzal so much.

He just looks at her like what he wants her to believe that she is, a total stranger. “Say something….” Raven’s heart breaks even further as the words spill out of her lips, “I mourned you…I still do, what’s going on? Tell me I’m not crazy, tell me I’m not dreaming.” “You’re wide awake, just delusional. I have no idea who this Draco is,” Draco sneers, giving Mouse a death stare, “do I need to repeat myself?” “Alright, that’s it, you’re out,” Mouse lunges for her and grabs her arm, yanking her forward but in an unexpected move, she pulls back and drives her boots up into his crotch, making him groan in pain and he lets her go.

Maliyah turns, letting herself fall back on the bed with me settling on top of her. “Maliyah, we mustn’t let this go to far. I promised to wait until you turned eighteen and your dragon recognizes me as your mate.” She pulls me down to kiss her again and moves my hand to grab her breast. Her nipple immediately hardens under my touch and it’s making me want more. She moans and bucks her hips at me, making me harden. She digs her nails into my back as I leave a trail of kisses down her neck towards her perking breasts.

As if reading my thoughts, Draco tilted his head to the side, obviously unbothered by my rage. He added, “She’s my girlfriend.”

People scream and scurry away in fear, they are right to fear me, I am too angry to show mercy right now. I remember reading a book when I was a girl, all about dragon lore and the special things they could do, so I lift my right paw and bite into my finger/toe to draw blood, then lower it to Drake. I let a few drops fall onto his chest and then one into his mouth, before sealing my wound and returning my attention to those around us. These tiny things are all my enemies they all are trying to take Drake away from me! “RAARR!! Grrrrr!!”

Alexi had told me that the longer they were in their world, the longer it would take for them to return, and I cursed my heart for falling too deeply in love with them. Martha told me the most interesting story when she saw the mark on my shoulder. The patient I had thought was challenged initially happened to be a heartbroken dragon mate who lost her mind while waiting for her mate to return. The moment she saw the mark, she began to cry, telling me they won't return. She showed me her mark, and I realised she was the one that wrote the infamous' Fucked by Dragons' book. I asked her why she did not tell me the truth and made up all those crazy stories, and she asked me if I would have belie

"Because today Draco is going to spend the entire morning finding reasons to be wherever we are so he can watch you interact with me, and that will be distracting for both of us and enormously entertaining for me, and I intend to enjoy it before we get to work." I stared at her. "He thinks he's subtle," she said, serenely. "He has never been subtle. Not once in his entire life." I thought about Draco. About the careful distance and the controlled expression and the way he delivered enormous pieces of himself in very flat, plain sentences as though that made them smaller. "No," I agreed. "He really hasn't." Elara's smile widened. And then the library door opened, and Draco appeared in the doo

“I don’t like sharing, Lily. School? People? Boys with staring eyes? No. I want you home where you’re mine. Always mine.” “I’m not a pet,” I snapped before I could help myself, and the second the words left my mouth, I regretted them. He stilled. His eyes darkened. “You’re not?” His voice dropped dangerously low. “Then what are you, hmm? Because when I touch you, when I fuck you, you scream my name like you were made for me.” “I scream because you don’t give me a choice,” I said, my voice quieter now. “You take everything, Draco. Even when I’m too tired. Even when I beg for rest.”

“Hello you disgusting bitch I’ve got you now.” My eye brows go straight up. This isn’t a human hunter, this man is Fae. Short silver hair with spider web tattoos cover his arms. “You don’t look like any human witch hunter I’ve ever met.” I state the obvious as I inch closer to the edge of the cliff. Water waits to greet me. His smile is unsettling. “No, I’m not a human, my species is far better than yours or humans. I’m Draco and I’d like to make you an offer you shouldn’t refuse. Join me Witch of the woods and I’ll make your every desire come true.”

His lips still hovered a breath from mine, as if one wrong move would shatter all my resolve. And the world tilted on its axis in that unbearable space between desire and restraint. His hand rose slowly, almost reverently, until his fingers cradled my cheek. The heat of his palm burned into my skin, and my breath caught when his thumb brushed over my lips, parting them. My tongue darted out, grazing against his thumb in a nervous reflex. The sound that tore from Draco’s throat was more animal than man—a hiss of barely restrained hunger that sent shivers tumbling down my spine. His eyes darkened, locking me in place, making me feel like prey and yet the most worshiped thing.