Malfoy X Reader Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE MALAKAI * * Trigger Warning: This scene involves themes of homophobia, abuse, and brainwashing. Reader discretion is advised. This is pure fiction and does not depict the actions of any religious group. It's white everywhere. My head is hurting. My foggy brain can't even think of why I'm here. The only thing I feel is terror when I realize I am strapped to the bed. Is this a clinic? But... Why?

She sits in the chair placed opposite the man, her face showing joy and joy. “Why do you only read these stories?” Mia looks at the man and replies: “So far I have only heard stories, and only once read comic books” “You look so childish and lovely” - Malcolm smiles, continuing to read. Mia sits to one side, reading fairy tales, oblivious to Malcolm's affectionate gazes on her. After she finishes reading them all, while Malcolm is still reading and writing, Mia creeps back to puts away the books and continues to tidy up. She does everything in silence for fear that she will disturb Malcolm. When she finishes cleaning the whole room, Malcolm is still sitting there and continuing to read books

The pages shimmered, inscriptions revealing themselves in elegant, terrifying patterns. As I read, my heart sank. Draco’s origin, his roots in an orphaned village where witches had been burned alive, revealed a story of vengeance and darkness. He had a sister, also killed, leaving him a vengeful soul from a young age. The more I read, the heavier the air became, my chest tightening with the weight of the knowledge.

Maybe that'll give us more information Malcom tails behind me and keeps murmuring something I can't make out, I brush it off and take the book in the corner of the bookshelf. I cough and wave off the dust coming off it, dumb stupid asthma. Malcom snatches the book from me while showing no care that I am finding it very difficult to get air into my lungs. I continue to cough and search for my inhaler in my pockets, Malcom puts his giant fat chubby finger on my lips telling me to be quiet while he reads. Fucking bastard.

The rich young masters were not her cup of tea, and they were nothing compared to the Wolf King. “Get in, I’ll send you back,” Malfoy said with a bright smile. “No thanks,” Rainbow said with a pout before she got into the passenger’s seat of the Mercedes. Malfoy was irritated. He was the young master of the Astons, a wealthy young man who was the ideal prince to many young girls. There would be a line of girls just waiting to get into his car and spend time with him but not Rainbow. Malfoy saw Andrius starting the car. A hint of grim flashed across his fair and handsome face. He went up to the driver’s seat and said, “Punk, do you know who I am? How dare you…”

******** (NEXT CHAPTERS CONSIST OF PART TWO OF THE BOOK☺︎ Dear readers, Welcome to Part Two of our captivating tale, where the excitement continues. Get ready to join Malcolm on his thrilling pursuit of Noelle. Please note that this section contains mature and dark themes, including: •⁠ ⁠Explicit kinks •⁠ ⁠Betrayal •⁠ ⁠Domination •⁠ ⁠Emotional affairs •⁠ ⁠Chasing •⁠ ⁠Intense emotional struggles • No cheating among partners As we delve deeper, sensitive chapters will arise without warning. Reader discretion is advised.

Or is he planning to put that collar on me? *************** AUTHOR’S NOTE My lovely amazing readers, First off, thank you so much for reading this far! Writing this chapter was intense Lyra is going through so much emotionally and mentally, and I know some of you probably wanted to shake her and tell her to run, while others might be curious about what Malaki’s real intentions are.