Lucius Malfoy X Reader Novels & Stories

Before I could say a word, the cloaked man quickly laid hold on Ira, baring his claws and holding her dangerously by the neck. "Lucius Valtor," he hissed, eyes flickering between I and Lucius. "And my dearest little impulsive brother," he mocked. "Dexter Draco Royale, isn't it?" "Who are you?" I seethed, taking careful steps towards him as I thought on my next point of action. "Don't even think about it," he snapped, noting my deathly intent with warning eyes. "I will kill her before you know what's happening." "Let her go," Lucius griped, his tone reflecting his brooding anger. "Let her go, and I just might consider letting you live."

“I’m so glad we’re finally together after everything.” “I’m glad too,” he said, his lips curving into a small smile. I hesitated for a moment, then looked up at him. “Lucian, did you ever read the rules in that book?” He frowned slightly and shook his head. “No, not yet. Why?” “Oh, heaven,” I whispered. “Lucian, the things in there are terrible. They talk about me having to submit to you completely, about me not being allowed to share your room unless you say so.”

It was Malea who was having an affair with Lucian? I swallowed, not ready for what I would see next. I flipped the next picture over. Lucian and Malea were kissing. Lucian looked as though he couldn't get Malea close enough to him, their mouths connected and Lucian gripping her hips with so much passion I almost cried. At least Malea wasn't returning the kiss. I flipped the next picture. Malea had her hands in his hair, pulling him closer to herself, with Lucian's hands hovering so dangerously close to Malea's boobs. How could she do this to me?

"You think you can walk into my club, flirt with my blood, and act as if you haven't just stepped into the mouth of the beast?" I swallowed hard, my confidence wavering as I looked into the depths of his dark, unyielding eyes. He knows, I realized with a sick, exhilarating jolt. He knows I’m not who I pretend to be. "I’m here," I whispered, my voice trembling ever so slightly despite my best efforts. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze with a defiance that I hoped looked like arrogance. "And I’m not going anywhere, Mr. Draco." He let out a short, dark sound that might have been a laugh if there was any humor in it. "No," he agreed, his thumb lingering on my lower lip, his gaze dropping to my

Lucius. He looked nothing like the stories whispered about him in the halls of power. His frame was leaner now, his beard streaked with gray, but his eyes… his eyes burned with the same hunger I had seen in Damion’s wolf. Except Lucius’s wasn’t tempered by honor. His was wild, feral, poisonous. “Alpha Xander,” he greeted, his voice a rasp, but dripping with mockery. “Or should I say… soon-to-be dethroned Alpha?”

It was his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes that contained a great deal of malice. "Who're you?" asked one of them. "My name's Lucius," he told them. "It's not like it matters though. None of you will live long enough to remember it." He rushed the men, managing to snatch one of them by the collar of his shirt. He lifted him high off the ground. He was enjoying the look of fear in the man's eyes, and before the scared soul could utter a word, his body burst into flames. His scream was like music to the angel's ears, and the other four men could do nothing but stand in sheer horror.

I stumbled back almost losing my balance and landed in the trench. The weird taste of blood, my aching back and my fractured nose ridge reminded me of the struggle at hand. He majestically walked towards me and prestigiously took off his dark goggles. His beastly dark obsidian eyes schooled me from head to tore. His dry lips parted in wry smile as he continued to scan me. I had seen him somewhere... One of the ruthless mafia bosses of the city. The chances of me living to see the next day were almost nil. Mafia bosses were ruthless and cruel. I had messed with the wrong kind of people. I had traversed into the wrong lanes in the name of love!

Leia uttered as she held Alice's arm tightly. "What? I can't hear you!" Alice shouted as she covered her ears slightly. "I said, we could still leave this place!" "You know we can't!" Alice's face scrunched as she swam through the sea of sweaty people. She could smell the strong aroma of alcohol, sweat, and vomit present in the warm, disgusting air. "Leia! Alice! There you are!" They finally found Yu. He was wearing a silvery white wig (which Alice thought does not fit Yu) and a robe that had a Slytherin logo branded on his left chest. It was obvious that he was Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter series.

Trigger warning!!! This is not a traditional romance, it contains disturbing subject matter, including themes of questionable consent, Stockholm syndrome as well as graphic sexual consent. The author neither endorses nor condones this type of behaviour CHAPTER ONE MALAKAI * * I saw him today. The devil in shining armour. His face brought back all the memories that I've tried to forget. All the blurry lines became clearer. Up until now, it had been difficult to distinguish between the truth and my imagination I can't believe it's only twenty-four months since we last saw each other.

The scars. Everything about him was carved from control. Everything except the way his eyes kept dropping to her legs. Her hips. Her mouth. “I can change,” she offered. “If it’s too…” Lucien turned, his jaw locked. “No.” She blinked. “I mean,” he said, more softly this time, “you don’t have to.” Their gazes met and held, something unspoken burning between them. A slow beat passed. “I’m going to read outside,” she whispered, not trusting her voice to be anything stronger.