Novel & Cerita A Cruel And Beautiful World Dramione

Mooncrest gold, third row, a face I'd last seen telling a hall full of people it was ashamed of me. Damian Blackwood had come to watch the wolfless girl be crowned. He was paler than I remembered, thinner, like the last five years had cost him too. The alliance he'd traded me for sat beside him in pale silk — Liana of Highcrest, already bored of him, her eyes on the candles and not the man. I'd hear, much later, that the Highcrest match had never quite knit; that her father had been the kind of alpha who sold his loyalty by the season, to whoever held the longest knife. But that day she was only a pretty woman beside a hollow man, and neither of them mattered to me at all. As I passed, Damia

"Do you accept this?" I looked at the hall. At the fourteen who had voted. At Mira and Elara. At my grandmother. At Mila with her notebook. At Draco, beside me, with the expression that had a name. "I accept it," I said. My voice carried into every corner of the hall. The officiant looked at Draco. "Alpha Draco. Do you present her so?" "I present her," Draco said, "as my equal. My mate. My Luna." He paused. "And as herself. Entirely and without qualification. As herself."

I screamed, “Damon, please! Stop! I can’t watch this anymore!” He turned his head toward me, slowly. For one second, I saw his eyes. Not the wolf’s. His eyes. So full of pain. So full of love. His chest was rising in short, shaky breaths. And then—he dropped. His knees gave way. His head lowered. He fell. Hard. “Nooooo!” I screamed, the sound bursting from my chest like fire. “Damon!” Lucas cried out. “No! No, no, no!”

[A/N:- This chapter is exclusively for the Beauty 'DUA' and the BEAST 'ARIN' from another dimension. What happens if they meet before the tragedy or Dua never falls into the Dark World or never gets reborn but simply clashes with ARIN KASHYAP, makes him insane for her, and gets married to him? Let's read now] DUARIN:- Shades Of LOVE 1} (MATURE Content 18+) ARIN KASHYAP's POV:-

If they dare to speak up, they may open their eyes tomorrow and see that they are pleading guilty to the King of Hell. So when you see things like this, act like your eyes can't see your ears and don't listen. Some of them also recognized her as the girl who was with Ramma Aubrey but then they just smiled. It's like waiting, waiting for a good drama to happen. Augustus Devlin and Ramma Aubrey are normally like water and fire. If they still have a woman together, it will definitely be interesting. Such a good drama, of course, they have to look forward to.

Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him, he should at least have a funeral ****

A screen blinked to life across from him. And there he was – Luca Montrose, seated on a throne of cold light. “I see you’re still bleeding for her,” Luca said smoothly. Damien didn’t flinch. “I’d die for her.” Luca tilted his head. “How quaint. That’s what makes you predictable.” He leaned closer. “You’ll live just long enough to watch her lose” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- **Elena** Hours passed. The summit remained still. No helicopters. No airships. No enemy drones.

Everyone in the living room turned to look. Damon strode in, flanked by more than a dozen men who quickly surrounded Drake and his group. Drake's face darkened, while Tom's eyes lit up with relief. "Mr. Sumner!" he called out. He knew it—trusting Damon had been the right decision. He and Valarie were saved! Damon didn't acknowledge him or respond. Instead, he walked straight over and sat down across from Drake. "Mr. Mummery, this is Saintornia, not Meristate. You don't get to act out here," Damon said, his tone cold and sharp.

Anything! “I didn't think the worst; I saw it with my own fucking eyes. Do you expect me to be smiling and jumping when I'm with someone who can kill another person as if he were an animal?” She spat, looking at him in disbelief as tears streamed down her face. Alexa couldn't help it; she couldn't pretend to be okay with everything she found out today. Whether he was Morgan or Draco, she didn't want him in her life anymore.

The person who was supposed to love me more than anyone in this world. She was with my mate. I stood there, frozen in the doorway, not knowing when the tears had started falling. They streamed down my face in hot, silent rivers as I stared at the two people who had just destroyed my entire world. Serena saw me first. She gasped and scrambled to cover herself, her eyes wide with what looked like guilt. “Selena! I…. this isn’t what it looks like. Damon came to me drunk and needy. I tried to stop him, but he…”