Choice And Chance Dramione Novels & Stories

Chance bit back, taking the bait. "Chance relax." I assured him. "She will come back, and if she doesn't, that's her choice, right?" I said softly. "No one wants to box her in. That is what Draco did to her she needs to know she is free for her to heal and come back." I said as he nodded.

I ask, and Monty laughs. “You didn’t do a lot of reading in your thousands of years, did you?” He asks smirking. When I don’t respond, he sighs heavily. “They are like a human romantic comedy movie waiting to happen. They clearly desire each other yet, here they are both so afraid to be the first one to make the move.” “Oh.” I grin. “I think one of them made the move. The other might be a little dense, though.” “No way. You think Chance is the dense one?” He scoffs. “The way he looks at her, she has to know. She would have to be blind.”

“Choose wisely.” He then turns to Damon and Beatrice. “Since you placed the highest bid, the creator of this miracle drug has granted you the privilege of choosing first. So, tell me… who will it be? Whom would you like to test the drug on?” He gestures to a man in the left booth and a woman in the right, both with black cloths covering their faces. “Which life would you like to save? His… or hers?” Damon looks unsure, but Beatrice is more than confident when she steps forward and picks the man. “I think it should be him. He looks young. In fact, he reminds me of my other son. So full of life. It would be such a shame to lose him.”

There was a time I envied Cassian for the secret favor she showed him. She always served him soup first. She always checked his wounds first. But Cassian, that idiot, chose self-destruction. Right then, her voice chimed through our mind-link, urging me to come home. "The dragon bone amulet is finished, and the apple pie just came out of the oven." I stood up and looked down at Cassian. "What does a little favoritism matter?" My smile was full of a victor's pride. "What I have now is an exclusive soul contract."

“Looks like you’re in a good mood.” “Yeah, the food is great.” Dr. Tyson shrugged. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s it.” Dr. McGrath smirked. “What’s up with you and Chance?” “What?” Dr. Tyson asked. “You told me to give him a chance.” “Yeah, a chance. Not a dance.” Dr. McGrath smirked. “Maybe I confused those two since they are so similar” Dr. Tyson played along. Dr. McGrath ended up chuckling.

1921 - Seer "Another fated one has denied his destiny, we remain under Vampire rule for another one hundred years." I peered into the hot liquid and ran a finger down the steaming pot, watching carefully as the ripple expanded. "I fear a repeat of history, the next chosen ones give me a bad feeling, they may not be ready in time."

she pleads walking to a door. We enter another silver room, and a television is displayed on the wall. We take a seat in the only two chairs and then the show begins. I watch the life of her son Draco, my father, as he falls for another other than his betrothed. I see his powerful love and how no matter what he chooses her. I watch as the woman he loves grows angry at his betrayal. I see how he does in a horrible accident. I watch as the girl weeps for his loss, but gains hope when a child grows in her womb.

The hall was empty, and there was suspense music playing on the surround sound as a scary scene appeared on the big screen. As soon as he walked in, he saw Zachary watching the screen intently. Zachary looked serious and frowned as he watched, but Selena, who was next to him, had already fallen asleep with her head tilted. Chance’s eyes lit up, and he happily ran over. When Zachary saw Chance, he was taken aback. “Little Chance?” Chance’s smile faded slightly. Although he had a good impression of Zachary at first, after hearing what Eric said, Chance had a prejudice against Zachary.

Water surged to their waists. Victor extended his hand. “Come, niece. Complete the bloodline. The choice is yours.” Hope’s light reached a blinding peak. The entire vault trembled as the two bloodlines fought for dominance inside her. “I… I choose…” The words hung in the air as the dome above gave its final groan.

"Go home, Grace. I know I'll never be you. I don't want to be. You shine your way. I'll shine mine. It's small. But I can see it." Grace's mouth twisted. "You're still just second-rate, Eleanor. Don't pretend you're some philosopher." Her heels clicked away. The door stayed open. Dante was standing in the frame, holding something. He didn't step inside. He put it on the table. The pink diamond ring. "No more two choices. It's yours." I looked at it. Cold. Once, I'd dreamed of him choosing something just for me. He was still giving me Grace's things.