A Second Look Dramione Novels & Stories

Making her way through the hall to the empty seats a few feet away, a muscular hand swung over her shoulders, pulling her halfway against a strong male body. “Kyra, why does your expression look like you’re attending someone’s funeral?” Draco smirked down at her, the golden flecks in his brown eyes gleaming with amusement. Kyra looked up at him with her eyebrows furrowed. “My entire morning just got ruined.” Draco’s eyes narrowed as he brushed one hand through his short black hair, his chiseled features tightening at her quiet voice. Then he said in a half-serious voice. “I just knew it was MJ. Should I join in planning her funeral?”

He just kept on looking at me for a while before he finally looked away and I felt relieved to have his eyes off me. “So alpha Dammon didn’t carry the new girl down for breakfast this time?” Darwin suddenly said out loud from nowhere for us all to hear as the maids served us and I chose to ignore him as I thanked the maid that placed my breakfast in my front. From the corner of my eye, I saw Rita give him a look while he shrugged back at her, and when I looked at alpha Dammon, he wasn’t looking at me, he was glaring at Darwin instead and I couldn’t bring myself to take my eyes off him as I wondered what he was going to do or say to him.

He has me lay in the bed, raise my tip to reveal my stomach and he squirted gel on me, “this shouldn’t take long, let just look around and see what we can find!” Damon is staring at the screen just waiting for something to pop up. I see his eyes squinting trying to figure out the screen but he has no clue what he’s looking for. I think he looks super cute but I will know it when I see it.

He should’ve. Harper was nervous of what she’s seeing in Damon’s eyes. There was only a time when she saw that look. She recognized that look before and didn’t want to see it again. It was the look Damon had when he first fought with Brayden. The look of death. “Damon, please…” Harper uttered.

Damon is with him. We head to the conference room. Damon lounges in one of the chairs. One ankle rests over his knee, expensive watch glinting beneath the conference room lights. Victoria is reviewing the quarterly projections, but I can barely focus on the numbers. Every time I look up, I catch Damon’s eyes. He isn't looking at the charts or anyone else. He's looking at me, passing slow, intentional glances that feel like hands sliding over my skin. There is a dark thirst in his eyes, like the first night I had dinner with his family.

Nothing. Richard looked at him twice. The second time he held the look for a moment longer, like he was waiting for Dylan to feel it and turn, the way you do when you want someone to acknowledge you. Dylan didn't turn. He reached for his water glass and set it back down and continued eating and Richard's look went nowhere and died quietly. I watched all of it happen over the course of a meal and my chest felt heavy by the time dessert was cleared.

"Isn't that right, darling?" I nodded, then turned to look at Lia. She was standing there, wearing an expensive red gown and a ten-carat diamond ring. But her meticulously styled curls were a mess, and tears had ruined her makeup, with black eyeliner streaking ugly marks down her cheeks. She mostly looked like me, but her features were warped by such pure hatred and jealousy that it made my stomach turn. In my past life, Lia had watched me in this very way, wearing that same expression as she held the pillow down over my face.

Nouria's life couldn't get any worse being born as an human. But when the man she loves betrays her and sends her off to the sold, she ends up in the castle and begins to experience true hell. She tries to keep a low profile and survive until she gets a chance to escape but unexpectedly, sparks fly and not with one male. Two powerful domineering males who rule the kingdom and hates her kind with a burning passion. What’s worse, their hearts belong to another woman

Draco remained under the water for a minute longer, letting it beat down on him as though it might wash away the truth… Damon was alive. And now Draco needed to kill him properly. When he finally stepped out, Lucia handed him a towel, smiling sweetly. Too sweet. “Nyla should be back soon,” she said. She wasn’t worried. She never was. Draco didn’t notice the faint creak in the corner of the room, or the shadow that was moving behind the half closed door. Neither did Lucia. But someone else saw everything. Lucia’s own maid who doubled as Nyla’s spy…small, quiet, and often ignored. She stood pressed against the wall with a wicked smile curling across her lips. Her phone was in her hand, camera

she just managed t close four bottom button when Draco stopped her in-between with his left hand while he used his right hand to pinched her chin and forcefully made her to look into his eyes… “Do you care for me..?” Draco questioned Jasmine but she remained immovable… it looked like she was having her own inner battle… after waiting for couple of second “Yes…” was the only word that Jasmine replied coldly, her green eyes were deeply bored in bored in Draco ocean blue one, Draco on other hand was mesmerized with her answer… his strength on chin got gentle, he quickly used his other hand and twisted it around her waist and with one swift pull he made her fall directly on his hard and muscular