Why Was Draco Crying In The Bathroom Novels & Stories

It was the 20th floor, with Fifth Street's traffic streaming far below. Marco burst into tears on the spot. He lunged forward, grabbed me, and pulled me onto the carpet. He kneeled on the spot and repeatedly slapped himself. "I won't say those horrible things anymore, Lina. I'll send Fiora away for good so that she'll never appear before you again." I gave in once I looked at Marco's bruised and swollen face. It seemed like things between us had returned to normal, with him treating me with even greater devotion and care.

it gave them goosebumps it affected even the devil " what are you talking about 'father' what do you mean why?" Celeas eyes were piercing his, her bright golden eyes surrounded by red instead of white because she cried made her look insane " I have finally lost it, I've finally lost my mind" " Cele...." Draco felt hurt watching Celea in that condition, in his 16 years of life Draco never saw her once crying, but she's having a mental breakdown and all he could do was watch her lose her mind, why did I never tried to find more about her past, maybe things would have been different maybe he could have helped her...

He hastily comforted her when he noticed that she was about to cry. "Be good, child. Don't cry. I'll make the call, okay?" Draco coaxed patiently. Draco was delighted there was a granddaughter in the Jordans. Liora held back her emotions. "Call then. Call Axel now! I'm going to cry on your bed if he doesn't come!" Draco didn't want Liora to cry in his room, so he quickly grabbed his phone to call Axel. He was really afraid of Liora's tears.

My heart was clenching so hard that I felt like I’d be running out of breath in a second. “Morana? Morana, are you okay? My daughter!” Draco came rushing inside in panic, holding me close in his arms. He touched my face and arms, feeling how hot it was. “That asshole! I’ll fucking kill him!” Draco cursed before he placed his arms on my back and under my knees, carrying me inside the bathroom and into the rub. “Does that feel better?” he asked, staring at me with great concern while he leaned on the side of the tub. I was soaked in cold water, which eased the pain a bit.

Then she stood. She took his face in both hands. He closed his eyes. "My sweet baby boy," she said. "Sofia —" "Crying on the nursery floor," she said. "I was not —" "Because your daughter said Da," she said. "I was —" he stopped. "I was experiencing a significant moment," he said. "Entry seventy-eight," she said. "Draco experiences a significant moment on the nursery floor because his daughter said Da." "That's an accurate entry," he said.

Then, with a voice low and calm, he answered, “She will be fine. See that she’s tended to. Leave.” “Yes, Master.” Footsteps retreated quickly down the corridor. Dom pushed into the bathroom. Water hissed, steam rising as he turned the shower on. Yet his expression didn’t shift, neither worry, nor surprise touched his features. He was already somewhere else in thought. Moments later, the bathroom door cracked open again. His voice cut through the mist, commanding but cool. “Draco.” The shadow of the man appeared instantly, standing by the threshold. “Send for Bryce.” Without question, Draco bowed slightly and disappeared.

, Prince Klaux lamented and the room was tense for some minutes before Draco suddenly burst into a loud laughter. He laughed so hard that we were confused for a while before he cleaned off the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Oh wow, I have never seen him declare his love for me this much. I guess I should fall sick every time so I can hear him confess this way. He wouldn’t even tell me he likes me or care if I ask him nicely”, Draco mocked, and Prince Klaux gave him an unexpected blow that made him wince in pain. “You can’t do that to a patient”, I cautioned him and rushed to check up on Draco.