A Second Look Dramione Novels & Stories

His phone beeped and it was Ron calling. "Sir everything is set for our departure," Ron informed him. Get the maids to come for our bags," Damian said and immediately he hang up Maya walked in. As if he didn’t exist, she walked passed him to her traveling bag and zipped it shut. Two maids walked in a wheeled the bag out of the room. All this time the couple hadn’t even exchanged a glance. Maya walked to the dressing table to check if everything was ok with her and that was when her eyes met a pool of broken glass stained with blood. Her eyes slowed moved up to look at the source of the blood.

Jake asked with a smile, his eyes fixed on her. Before Laura could answer, she heard Aine and the others giggling softly, clearly swooning over Jake again. They really like Jake for her. Laura could only shake her head and smile when she noticed their reaction toward Jake. But her smile quickly disappeared when she caught Draco's gaze, his expression had grown even more serious. His brows were drawn tightly together as he stared at Aine and the others, as if they had done something he didn’t likw. And what could that be?

Draco said and Damien immediately turned to look at him with a confused expression on his face. Draco let out a small laugh. “You should have seen your face when you talked about Kira. Your face literally lit up ten times more the second you started to talk about her,” he said to his friend. Draco cleared his throat as he moved closer to Damien. “Listen Damien, I know what I'm gonna say is gonna sound very cheesy and all but I've seen the way you look at Kira and I've also seen the way she looks at you. You both used to be like fire and ice at one point and now, you're both just able to melt at each other’s gaze. I remember when I found out that your cousin was my mate,” Draco chuckled as he

“You’ve been remarkable through all this, dear. Truly.” Sloane looked demure under the praise, a trick she wore like a diamond. “I only want to support the family,” she said, and let her hand rest lightly against Damon’s wrist, a small anchor that told the room: this is steady, this is fine. He should have felt reassured. Instead a dull ache pulsed behind his eyes, the kind that signals either a storm or a confession. He glanced at the TV and caught the final half-second of a replay—the crimson flash of a dress and a suitcase wheel bumping over the threshold. The camera had zoomed slightly this time. You could see Mya’s face if you looked very closely. Not tears, not triumph. Something scari

She was with Chris while laughing lightly he couldn't see her very well because the girls blocked him from seeing him. He straightened up from his place with a shocked expression so that the princes looked at him and turned to what he was staring at. Sivana's eyes widened and anxiously looked at her brother, who was no less shocked than her, while Kai quietly smiled in place as he stared at his drink. Damentary smiled at them and turned to Sehun, his heart pounding so hard it was painful. "Why is Damontry wearing a black dress?!"

A platform was moved into the room and placed in the center where Ravenna and Darius stood on, looking around the pack that was silent and coordinated. Dalian’s eyes searched the ballroom until finally, they landed on Mia. At that same moment, she also turned to him and their eyes met and held. Mia’s eyes searched his, hers looking pained and hesitant. Then she looked away from him, swallowing. Dalian continued staring at her, his chest unbearably tight—so tight it was hard to breathe. He looked away from her and looked over at the Alpha and Luna. Darius nodded to Ravenna and she nodded back, inhaling deeply as she stepped forward.

His mother's ring. Damon's forest green eyes trailed down my dress before he looked at me again. I could see the hunger swirling in them as our eyes locked, and I expected him to say something about it, but I noticed the note of hesitation he gave as his eyes flickered to Helga, who was staring at the both of us with a smug look on her face. "Ready?" Damon said, snapping me out of my momentary trance. I lifted my chin, not wanting him to see how flustered he made me.

Ophelia’s POV: Ilya swiftly stood up from his kneeling position on the floor, and I followed suit, my legs feeling like lead. I stood there, trapped between them, my tongue tied by the sudden, violent shift in the room's energy. I didn’t understand why Damon looked so utterly livid. His eyes were burning, fixed on Ilya with a predatory focus that made me want to shrink back. Damon was the first to break the silence. He walked forward, stopping just a few feet away, his gaze narrowing. "Dubrovsky?"

Damon's jaw dropped to the floor and I walked over to him and pushed his jaw back up. “She looks beautiful, doesn't she?”, I asked him as Layla was walking down the stairs and he looked like he had frozen in his spot. “Y...yeah she does”, he stuttered still not taking his eyes off her. “She looks nice” Damon's POV Who I am kidding? She honestly looked breathtaking like really, really stunning. As she walked carefully down the stairs my eyes couldn't remove themselves​ off her as if they could capture this view before my eyes so that I could replay it in my mind over and over.