Malfoy's Mom Novels & Stories

Stefan Malfoy. I had received a message on my dashboard saying there was an order, a home request. I had logged in to see who had sent the request and I couldn't hold back my joy. I couldn't believe how fast things were working out and currently Orpheus trusted me enough.

“Shameless fuck boy! You better stay away from my wife.” “Sarah,” Malfoy turned to look at Sarah and said, “If he was to disappear all of sudden, would you mind?” Sarah shook her head, still trying to hold in her laughter after hearing Malfoy being mistaken as a call boy once again. “As long as the police don’t trace back his disappearance to me.” “I see.” Malfoy picked up his coat from the chair and put it on. He leaned closer to Vincent and whispered in his ears, “Not a word, Mr. Vincent.”

I explained with a sigh thinking about the conversation Malcom and I shared in that old map room, it truly felt as though he was saying if I didn’t help him, I would be a failed Luna before I even took my title! “My mother is not an evil person; I see no reason as to why so many people are planning her demise!” Alban exclaimed seeming to begin to grow angry again where I ensured to run my hands fully through his hair, which I could see calmed him down even more. “It isn’t Malcolm fault; he would have never even thought to do such a thing but it’s his mate. She’s a maid for your mother and I have even seen it myself, your mother beats this poor girl to a pulp all the time for seemingly no rea

According to Theodore, as long as he could remember, his mother had constantly instilled in him one idea——revenge, to take revenge on the Winston family for making her life miserable. At first, his mother just took medicine, then she drank alcohol, and later she became addicted to smoking. Gradually, smoking and drinking were no longer enough for her, and she started using drugs, eventually jumping off a building in a state of delirium. And he, a person with no identity registration, naturally became an overseas homeless orphan. To survive, he was willing to do anything and had to do it. The Graves family had few descendants, and a person like Malfoy, who was in such a position, would not no

Lily's POV. (A week later) "She'll be a great asset to the family and your business, darling. Allow the girl to take some professional course, her academic results are awesome and she's pretty smart too, you don't want to have a dummy for a wife, do you?" Draco's mother asked him and he grunted in frustration.

“But anyway, Draco was a dread to our people, and my mother used to tell me scary stories about him when I was a little girl. To keep me good, you know.” “I wouldn't know, princess. I never had a mother.” He says. I stop, startled by his confession. No wonder he has been so cold. “You know what?” I sigh. “I won't say that you are missing all that much. Mothers can be pretty annoying too.” Grace and Natalie grab their bags by the door, give us one single glance, before they walk out. “I can't believe that they are done before us,” I murmur. “Yeah, probably because today is the night of the full moon. No one wants to be serving detention alone tomorrow.”

"Don’t worry, the castle is clear of all spells. Be careful, princess. Malcolm is hiding in there, and he wants you dead." "Thank you," I replied, determination burning in my chest as I climbed the steps once more through the imposing doors. My mother, ever the master of dramatic entrances, swung the doors open with a blast of her magic, her rage palpable in the air. I braced myself for the inevitable clash, knowing Malcolm's fate was sealed. I doubted the vultures would have much left to do after my mother was done with him. Her voice boomed ferociously, demanding Malcolm's presence. "Are you such a coward, Malcolm, that you will not show yourself? Come on, I know you want me. Why don’t we

No one got to insult Malcolm and walk away, not especially when the person was a nobody like Mykel. “And you Mykel, you have nothing. Absolutely nothing. Except for your daddy’s money. So don't you dare compare Daddy's boy to a self-made man. And his mom?” My voice trailed off. My mother already told me everything. His mother used to work as a maid in the palace and she was paid to poison my mother but she killed herself instead of doing that. His mother was selfless. “Don't ever talk about his mom again.” My voice sounded more like a warning. I was not going to do anything to him, Malcolm would kill him himself.

When I saw the look on Hailey's face, I quickly hurried after them. However, as I reached the stairwell corner, I heard Mom speaking proudly to her in a bright, satisfied voice. "Finally, we can dump Caroline, that burden! She actually thinks I'd help her with treatment? I wish she'd drop dead!" Mom affectionately patted Hailey's hand, and her eyes gleamed. "Hailey, haven't you always liked Ashton Lloyd? Now that Caroline is sick and probably doesn't have much time left, you'll finally get her boyfriend."

For how much I wanted something so wrong, so forbidden. When they finally returned home from their errands, Mom was still all over him. She dragged him straight to the couch, curling up against his side like she owned him completely, her head on his shoulder while they watched some mindless show. I sat on the opposite side of the room in the armchair, pretending to scroll through my phone, but I couldn’t stop stealing glances at them.