Amends Dramione Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Dante, if you sign that, you’re giving up your own power to mediate with your father—" ​"Write it," Dante said, never breaking eye contact with Bella. "Give her the law she wants." ​The lawyer typed the final amendment. Bella stood her ground, her hand resting on the table, the weight of the sixty minutes finally coming to an end. ​Arthur slid the final, amended page toward her. Bella didn't look at Dante this time. She looked at the signature line. She picked up the heavy silver pen and signed Isabella Vance Blackwood. The ink was dark, thick, and permanent.

The grey-haired elder exchanged a glance with the second elder, an older man who hadn't said a word since I walked in, and something passed between them that told me this had already been discussed before I got here. "The council has reviewed the terms of the agreement," she said. "Both signed copies. Including the amendment." Amendment. I looked at Draven. He didn't look surprised. That was the first thing I noticed, before I even understood what was happening — everyone else in that room had some flicker of confusion or interest crossing their face, even Ronan looked doubtful. Draven's expression remained exactly as it had been. He already knew what was in it. "What amendment," Ronan said.

“Victor and I will work in your office this afternoon. And we will be attending the association party in your place tonight.” “Good,” Alex said. “I want them to get to know you and Victor, so they can see how capable you both are.” Amy arrived soon after I left Alex with his nurses. We finished our report on the drafting and signing of the third werewolf amendment in only a few hours. “We still work great together,” I told Amy as I led her onto my balcony to talk and drink some sodas. “I’ve missed hanging out with you.” “I know,” Amy said. “It feels like we’re growing up and growing apart. You can shift now, whenever you want. I’m so jealous.”

he ordered. “Sorry Amanda” Drake apologized in his little voice. “But dad” he went on but was interrupted by his father's irritable responds. “I don’t want to hear it” “She was my mother too” Drake muttered underneath his breathe, making sure he wasn’t heard. “Well something tremendous happened to me at school today” Amanda said with a little smile on her face. “I finally get to play Miranda in TEMPEST!!!” Amanda exclaimed.

It was then Draco remembered he hadn't gone to check on his friend since he woke up. ******************** Alpha Damien was in his room reading papers and drinking coffee; he was not ready for the party yet just like his friend. He heard a knock on the door and before he could reply the person walked inside. “I knew it’ll be you.” Alpha Damien said to Draco the moment Draco walked into the room. “I just knew you would not be dressed yet.” Draco said to Damien and laughed. “When it’s thirty minutes left I’ll dress up.” Draco realized even if they stayed apart for years they are still the same and their characters haven’t changed a bit.

He turned back to Lena. “Unless,” he continued softly, “she helps me fix this.” The room went silent. Eli’s voice cracked. “Fix it how?” Damon’s expression didn’t change. “By becoming her.” Lena blinked. “Becoming—?” “Amara,” he said. “Temporarily. Just long enough to stabilize the merger and quiet the press. You’ll sign a marriage license, appear in public a few times and vanish again when the time comes.” Eli’s voice broke. “That’s insane.”

“Maybe we should talk, Aiden. It’s long overdue. It’s time we settle our scores.” Aiden regarded him for a long moment, then glanced at the claws protruding from Damien’s hands. “Not with fangs and claws involved.” Damien’s lips curled into a cold smile. Slowly, he retracted the claws back into his skin. “Fine.” Aiden folded his arms. “What do you want to talk about?” “Cassia.” “You mean Amelia?” “No.” Damien’s tone hardened. “Amelia died seven years ago, the night you rejected her and cast her out. The woman you see today…she was reborn from those ashes. Her name is Cassia Wrenmoor. You should stop calling her Amelia.”

I trust my girl. Amanda who always sits beside her father just like his wife, touched her father's hand, her face like she was about to cry. "father can you hear that? I told you, Deardre's friends are insane." then she glanced at me before adding. "especially that one that looks like a maid." Why does that last line ring a bell? She have started with her 'maid' talks again. "Amanda stop it!" Tolu shouted. "if you continue calling my friend a maid, I swear my brother would not get married to you."

“You’re such a protective Alpha. It’s sweet. Clearly you adore your Luna.” She looked to Andrei then, clearly expecting backup. He didn’t say a word. Damon leaned back in his chair, lazy and cold. “You always this good at rewriting your own drama?” Lilith’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” “You starred in it, directed it, and now you’re trying to revise the script. Impressive.” Her mouth opened in indignation. “That’s completely uncalled for.” Damon shrugged. “Not if it’s true.”

He turned on his heel and stormed out of the study, his heavy steps vibrating through the floorboards as he headed straight for the third-floor suite. ——————————————————- Amora was shivering beneath the blankets when the digital lock whined. The heavy doors flew open, and Duncan marched into the room. He didn't look like a billionaire anymore; he looked like a wild beast pushed into a corner. He held the blue bottle up, his silver eyes locking onto her weak, sweating face. "You knew about this," Duncan hissed, throwing the folded note onto the bed beside her. Amora weakly pushed herself up on her elbows, her eyes tracking the parchment. When she recognized Susan’s handwriting, a sharp gasp o