A Year And A Day Dramione Novels & Stories

I can tell how long it has been, even if it feels like it happened just a day ago. I couldn’t reconcile with not having Adriana by my side for six months on the other hand feels like six centuries. Six eternities. “Was she the one?” Daciana asked what I know has been on her mind, after a long moment. I consider what to tell her. That yes, Adriana was here. Adriana is back. It didn’t feel right to say that. Because Adriana isn’t back, and she wasn’t here. That was Daya. And Daya is Dreaya’s plaything until she decides to move on.

And years from now, the mundane remains– imprinted in our memories, even when everything changes. There was the photo of the Dames de L’eau which he captioned "Power", then there were several photos of Gwen– a set he called "Darling". There was also a photo of the empty hallways, with the title "Beginning and End", then a photo of two girls with their backs turned. One of the girls was whispering to the other girl. This one is called "Gossip". I realized then that the two girls were August and Gwen. "Oh that's you…" I pointed to August.

For that, Anne was grateful, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, of every word and movement being scrutinized. As the evening drew to a close, Diana finally addressed Anne directly, her expression softening. “You’ve made quite an impression on us tonight, Anne. I can see why Luke is so taken with you.” Anne smiled politely, though the weight of the evening had begun to wear on her. “Thank you, Diana. I’m glad I had the chance to meet you both.” Harry nodded in agreement, though there was a pensive look in his eyes. “Yes, it’s been a pleasure. We’ll have to do this again soon.”

Four and half months later… Time flew at its own pace without any care of anyone. Summer, Spring and Fall all came and went away and now it was Winter's turn. Fortunately or unfortunately this January, it didn’t snow in Toronto. Even though the cold was here but the snow had yet to come. Celeste who was sitting on the table near the window of the tall building smiled, looking at the scene in front of her. Diana was dancing crazily with Mathew at the table while everyone else was cheering up for them. There was loud music going on in the background and everyone was busy dancing, drinking, eating and laughing. Celeste took a sip of her juice while watching Diana's craziness. She had called her

A MONTH LATER Diana woke up that particular morning in a very happy mood. It was her eighteenth birthday. The day she would find her mate. The day she would finally shift. The joy she felt knew no bounds and she squealed happily as she rose up. Today was going to be a good day, she thought. She could feel it. Then her mood turned sour the moment she walked up to the window amd stared outside. Syrena was standing beside her father, Dorian, and they were discussing something with Alpha Alaric.

It had been five days since her betrothal. Duncan watched the passion in Arianna and how she put her all into whatever Selene was teaching her. Her dragon was still not fully connected with her—it was a gradual process due to her Alpha blood, according to Selene. More of her hair had turned silver, but Nyra helped dye it to conceal her identity for now. “She will be great,” Lucas said beside him. Duncan, not realizing when his friend had come to stand next to him, didn’t bother glancing his way, keeping his gaze fixed on Arianna talking with her sister.

Elizabeth sat back on her seat as she rubbed her forehead continuously. "Damon... So you would rather give a woman you just met for roughly a year half of your properties than give a woman who has been with you all your twenty nine years of your fucking life!" For the first time today Xander spoke, there was no how Damon wouldn't want to retaliate to this but his persistent silence showed that he won't mind being dragged in the mud and yet still uphold his decision.

My voice broke as I moved closer to her, calling her desperately and I wasn't sure if she had heard me but then her bloodshot eyes pushed open and the moment they met mine, my chest felt tight; like I was being suffocated. "Killian..." She sobbed and I stepped forward, grabbing her hand. "Killian, it's you..." I nodded quickly. "Yes it's me and I'm never leaving you again." "I thought —" she closed her eyes back and hissed. "It hurts. Please get this thing out of me!" She shouted, squeezing my hand tightly. "You need to push." One of the doctors demanded, gawking between my canted knees. "I can't!" Her nails dug into my flesh. Fuck. I thought the books said this was supposed to be memorable.

"You scheme vixen! You arranged all of this, didn't you? Trying to win me back by stooping this low!" As I struggled to breathe, I kicked him hard in the stomach, forcing him to release me. "Lionel, you idiot! How dare you try to pin this on me!" "Didn't you call me here just to destroy Fiona's image in my eyes?" I laughed coldly. "You're just too scared to face the fact that you're nothing but Fiona's pawn. You're pathetic! And that man with her isn't just anyone—it's Fred Haywood, her ex-husband. Though perhaps their divorce was just for show..."

His lips quivered as if struggling to push out the words, each breath growing more strained. “Twenty-one… days ago,” he gasped, just before his body slumped forward, unconscious. Damian took a slow step back, confusion and unease twisting inside him. Twenty-one days? What had happened then? The silence of the estate was heavy as Damian made his way back to his room. The quiet was almost oppressive, but his mind was anything but still. He paced the polished floorboards, trying to recall what had taken place three weeks ago. When he opened the door, Aria was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, a book loosely held in her hands. Her eyes lifted when she saw him, concern flickering across her