Fanfic Draco Novels & Stories

She basked in the embrace for a little longer until there was a knock on the door. ¨Dont go¨, she murmured and Drake's smile widened even further. He cleared his throat, ¨Baby, about the guy in the gossip, I'll be with you when you make that statement, whichever way¨. Cynthia nodded, then asked, ¨don´t you want to know what happened?¨ She asked and Drake smiled down at her, ¨I do recognise him as the waiter during the galla, and I have a feeling he is connected to your panic attacks, but I'm waiting for when you'll be comfortable enough to tell me, okay?¨ He said and leaned down to plant a peck on her forehead.

she says with a laugh at the end. I watch her walk away through my tears on the arm of Draco's father. When I look back to Draco, he is grabbing the arm of his faceless bride. As I cower on the ground in my sorrow they walk through me to begin their new life......together. I use what little strength I have left to rise from the ground. As I watch their parents toast the last cups to their union I scream my anger and pain to the heavens......... Someone is screaming very loud. As my eyes snap open to meet the worried expression of Draco I realize that is I who screams. I quickly shut my mouth and jump up from bed enraged. Even in my dreams he still chooses another. The truth he omitted to all

Only after the door closed with a click and I heard his receding footsteps in the hallway did I look up. With a light slap on his arm, I threw Draco an accusing look, which made him shrug. “I want some alone time with my mate. That’s all.” He reached out to touch my face, and our eyes met. Draco’s eyes were filled with tender affection as he cradled my face like a precious jewel which he couldn’t get enough of. The sheer intensity of the situation kept me frozen, unable to glance away from those piercing gray orbs that promise sweet nothings.

“You shouldn't be distracted boy, if you were on the battlefield, a little distraction can cost you your head.” “I feel trapped in this body,” Draco said, his voice filled with disdain. “Then maybe you should leave,” I replied getting up angrily. “Why were you suddenly distracted?” “Well, I was talking to you but your mind was filled with the lustful thoughts of fucking the queen in all ways possible,” he defended. “Don't act like you do not like it as much as I do,” I scoffed, turning to the man. “I was a little distracted.” “Our fantasy would only remember a fantasy if we die today,” Draco continued.

Although it may seem like she has the opper hand in their relationship but things don't always turn out to be the way they look, in contrast, Draco is a manipulative bastard and Cynthia, well she is just a loyal dog at his disposal. He makes all the rules why she implements them. Draco cut off the kiss and grabbed her waist, dragging her towards the bed as he immediately got ride of her clothes in a swift, his hands roamed around her body like a lustful dog. He forcefully slipped three of his fingers into her p*ssy at once and gained a painful scream from her, instead of slowing down his eyes became cold and angry as he retracts his fingers from her already dripping wet p*ssy.

“They will die if that bubble breaks. They will fall into that inferno.” “Yes, but it won’t happen.” “You have a plan, then?” Cecilia asks. “Of course, you do. You always do.” “I don’t this time,” I am honest with her. “Xena, Xena, Xena. The name that has been on my lips for years,” Draco says before letting out his evil laughter. “Oh, it is just you, Draco. The one-legged witch. You must have PTSD. How is the wound?” “Shut up!”

The forgotten memories of my childhood had become the catalyst for a new beginning, a chance to rewrite the story of my family and bring light to the darkness that had plagued us for far too long. But everything changed when I, Freya, married Rex, the prince of the dragon. The union between our two worlds was unprecedented, and it brought both hope and uncertainty into my life. As I looked at Rex sleeping peacefully beside me, his dragon form shimmering beneath his skin, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the love we shared. Rex had been my pillar of strength, helping me navigate the treacherous waters of pack politics and standing by my side when others doubted my worth. Toge

I said not really believing my words but I will say anything for this psychopath to leave me the fuck alone. He let out a wicked chuckle, "so you also do not believe in the power of love, you're his mate lilac, what can he really do, once a man like Drayce who had never in his life felt love falls crazy in love he can even jump into the river of flame to rescue the love of his life" This made me frown, "Drayce knows I'm no damsel waiting for a wolf in silver armor to save me, he won't come here because he knows I can handle myself " I spat trying to sound confidence.

“Honey, Lily and I are history. I’ve never felt alive with Lily like I have felt with you. I was in bondage with Lily. I couldn’t express myself. It was like a master-servant relationship. And I’m happy that I am free from it.” Her insides warmed as Drax’s word took her for an adventure in candy land. Drax said the sweetest things to her. She was almost convinced that he was the real deal. The only problem was the agony of her previous breakup that kept resurfacing in her mind. Was it worth taking the risk? Her heart was at stake here. “I’m not in the same class with you, Drax. I’m not like the sophisticated, rich girls that troop at your feet. I’m just the same waiter that was humiliated we

His cocky demeanor faltered. Draco hadn't moved. His posture was rigid, his gaze burning into me. I could feel the intensity of it, like a physical touch, a possessive claim. The air around him seemed to crackle with suppressed fury and undeniable arousal. I reveled in the power of it. I leaned closer to Mark, my voice dropping conspiratorially, but still loud enough for Draco to hear. “He’s very… thorough. And he doesn't like tardiness.” Mark cleared his throat. “Right. Well. Um. So… you wanna grab coffee sometime?” He was flustered.