Malfoy Lucius Novels & Stories

“She was my friend before I met you. If you wanted to be loved by me, having good chemistry with her would be the best. But, you are the worst bully that I know in this school, and yet you expect me to fall for a woman like you. Who does that?” “Even the Alpha Prince loved her sister who bullied her worst….” Ava uttered, sounding pitifully. Tyrion smirked. “Do I look like the Alpha Prince? What if you approach her sister and convince her to stop bullying Eden…..would you die?” That was unexpected of Tyrion. The whole student was watching, and yet he couldn't control his anger before them. If this reaches the Alpha King or even to Prince Geralt, he might be expelled from his duty as the Princ

“Sir, the seal has appeared on his body and we are ready.” Mateo said as he stood in front of the Dark King, who was looking at the strange crystal in front of him, before drawing a sarcastic smile on his face as he looked at it. "Yes, it's time" The hesitation was evident on Mateo's face, which made the Dark Lord motion for him to speak "The thing is, sir, I'm afraid of Lucien. I mean, if he finds out that we're going to take advantage of his son at this point, he will.."

She stomped away. I chugged the drink and placed down the glass with a thud. “Am I drunk or are you seeing what I’m seeing?” I narrowed my eyes at some man who was now harassing the green head. “That’s Malfoy.” Storm’s jaw ticked. “It’s him.” I clenched my hands. Does he even know what this place is? I doubted that. Junior would’ve gotten him the moment he was recognized.

Then there’s Nate fucking Woodwards. Jesus Christ, I never liked his family. His father was a well-known billionaire who acted like a fucking royalty, treating others like crap and only respecting those who matched his power and wealth. No matter how much he preached about true love and humbleness, he was a fucking bastard. The best way to describe him comically will be by calling him Draco Malfoy’s father from Harry Potter. They always boasted about their so-called family bloodline and whatnots. Truth be told, it was quite annoying.

The green monster wailed loudly as its eyes shed blood drops but his mourning couldn't last long a minute when Lyceon butchered its head from its animalistic body and it hurled around at the corner. Allison’s breath hitched seeing his cruel end. She was not someone who was immune to violence and obviously staying behind in the pack during wars to take care of injured members didn't let her experience any sort of fights on the battlefield. But today, this small or not so small combat left her into the abyss of swarthy brutality. She realised the saying was true. He is called the Dark Lord for a reason. She tried to rub her chest to avail a greedy breath, meanwhile her teary eyes raised up see

“Boss!” Anthony called Malfoy, who was slumped in his chair, smoking a cigar, his attention fixed on his phone. However, Malfoy was too absorbed in his screen to hear him. So, Anthony stepped further into the room and called out again. He lightly tapped Malfoy’s shoulder from behind, “Boss!” Malfoy swiftly caught hold of the hand that touched him. His movements were quick and precise as he twisted the arm he had caught. With his upper body strength, it was easy for him to throw the man forward just by grabbing his hand. It was his body’s natural response to the touch.

“Quinn Kansas, the son of Gravik Kansas, chairman of the Terra Corporation!” They announced their names and identities again. Each was louder than the previous. In the end, Malfoy glanced at everyone present and said proudly, “I am Malfoy Aston! The young master of the Astons!” He then arrogantly glared at Sven and the others. “Now do you know who we are? Are you surprised? Are you afraid?” Afraid? Sven and the other government officials looked at Malfoy and his friends as if they were a bunch of stupid babies.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

They all have god-like features, like the moon goddess took an extra day to make them. “You’re pretty,” he says casually as he pulls away, like he is talking about the weather. “So, you won’t get mad when I tell you not to get all hung up on Darian.” “Why?” “He is the Lycan Prince. He has duties that he has to fulfil.” Adrian pulls himself off the wall. “And he is the coldest McAlister. All he knows how to do is ruin everything in his path.”

My lips twisted into something sinister as I left the rest room. I'd just walked into the banquet hall when someone walked over to me, yet I completely ignored them. “Looks like the rumor about you snagging a rich sugar daddy is true, he even had to be your sister's fiancé,” I heard the familiar voice say, and it wasn't until I turned before I met the person's gaze–Malfoy. He was equally dressed extravagantly in a tuxedo, yet no matter how handsome he was or how many girls at school crushed on him, he simply could not compare to a certain someone in my eyes.