A Second Look Dramione 소설 & 이야기

Killian’s hand tightened at my side. I opened it. A glass panel glowed, then shifted to make a small projection in the air, video, the kind of mortal trick my mother would have called sorcery. There in the light was Damon’s suite, the shadows, Selene slipping inside. The footage was cropped to the night Selene had left the cell and gone to him; it showed the two of them in the quarters, words, touches, the ease between them. No ugliness: only intimacy and collusion. A ripple ran through the crowd. A woman near the front covered her mouth. An elder’s hands clenched white.

She stopped beside him but she didn’t look at him but instead, she looked out at the room. “He’s rattled,” she said quietly. “I know,” Damon said, equally quiet. “I’ve been watching.” “Lila hasn’t approached me.” “She’s been watching you since she arrived,” he said. Sloane took the smallest sip of her untouched champagne. “Does she look guilty?” “She looks miserable,” Damon added quietly. “Good.” Then she felt Damon’s attention shift suddenly. “What?” “Nathaniel’s moving.” She followed the direction of it without turning her head, using the mirror surface of the large window panel to her left. Nathaniel, near the bar and Lila moving toward him from the opposite side.

"Damn whore could have been alive by now." Derinem pounced on Damon, on top of him in seconds, face smashing against bone, his knuckles hurting until both of them heard the shrill "ENOUGH" at the door. Derinem stopped, turning his head to look behind him. He froze as he saw the familiar frames at the door, staring back at them. "Greta," he muttered, seeing the shock on her face; he thought he could see her hands on her lap shake. When he looked up at her face, she had tears in her eyes.

replied Ash who for some time had been standing on Leona's right side while embracing her slender waist. Damien and Irina exchanged glances before finally both looking at Ash, scanning him from head to toe. However, the way the two of them stared at and scanned Ash seemed much different. Irina looked at Ash with a predatory gaze, while Damien scanned him with the gaze of a rival. Because, all of Damien's attention was focused on Ash's large, veined arm that was perfectly wrapped around Leona's slender waist. The girl he loved so much.

The room breaks into polite applause and the murmur of people starting to pack up. Diana turns to me, her eyes suddenly bright again. “I want to dance with you, Adam!” I look at her. “You do? That’s your request?” “Yes!” she nods, her expression serious. “Alright then.” I stand up and stretch out my hand to her. “Let’s go dance, Diana.” She grabs it excitedly. As we walk out of the meeting room, my eyes automatically search the crowd. It doesn’t take long to find her. Hermione’s still seated with Zara at their table, watching as people start to leave.

she says with a laugh at the end. I watch her walk away through my tears on the arm of Draco's father. When I look back to Draco, he is grabbing the arm of his faceless bride. As I cower on the ground in my sorrow they walk through me to begin their new life......together. I use what little strength I have left to rise from the ground. As I watch their parents toast the last cups to their union I scream my anger and pain to the heavens......... Someone is screaming very loud. As my eyes snap open to meet the worried expression of Draco I realize that is I who screams. I quickly shut my mouth and jump up from bed enraged. Even in my dreams he still chooses another. The truth he omitted to all

She says in dismay. I pinned a weak smile and watched the intense gaze Andre's fixed on Drake, who may or may not be the look-alike of Liam Khan. (NEXT chapter loading) God bless you

Aurora froze for a moment. Then suddenly, she realized that outside the rock crevice, the drone was wandering around. It seemed to be looking for something. Aurora instantly understood. Damon was trying to avoid it. Soon, the drone flew back disappointed that he hadn't find anyone. But Damon still didn't take his hand away from her body. His eyes were still fixed on her. Aurora mentally cursed. She used to fall for those eyes. Before when she was upset, he had this doing and gentle look on his eyes that could calm her nerves.

Ignoring the Beta's half-assed excuses, I take my seat in the front row center of the box, with the girls taking their seats beside me, their skin lightly brushing against mine as they adjust themselves to get comfortable. Looking around the theater, I see the same black-haired man staring at me, watching my every move, the same young woman sitting beside him. He has this look in his eyes as a hungry man gazes wonderingly at a feast. I have caught the same look in Damon's eyes when he looks at me. The only difference is when he does it, it doesn't make me want to vomit in disgust. DAMON POV As we walk into the theater, my gaze instantly finds Elle walking up the stairs with her friends, arms

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.