Clean Dramione Novels & Stories

Xena says and proceeds through the conservatory planes with everyone following behind. The profit from those roses does not only cover the hospital, but the wall we are currently building to secure our borders. Seeing them is another reminder of just how much my Luna has done for the pack. “What are those?” someone asks, pointing at the three-meters all-green tree. They are all suddenly very interested in everything they see. “It’s a dalo. We use its extract to treat impotence.” “Cool.” “And those,” someone else asks. “It’s a sliming plant,” Xena replies.

SAME DAY I spent the rest of the day with Dawn. She ate happily and cheerily. Talking about things that happened to her in her high school and recounting events to me that I could not even understand. Evening fell and Leya came in with a small bowl containing a weird liquid. She carefully dabbed the liquid on Dawn's face with a cloth and I wondered what the medicine could be made of that made it such a wound healer. I had asked Leya what it was at the time that she was still tending to Jereum's wounds, but she only smiled at me sheepishly and since then I had been too creeped out to ask her again.

Madchen fidgeted nervously in her new dress. Drago had certainly thought of everything,she thought to herself. Standing in front of the full length mirror,she watched as the attendants he hired fussed with her satiny coral cocktail dress. Her Fiery hair cascaded down her shoulders in spiraling curls,and her fingernails and toes were painted a matching coral as well.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

"Whatever, please, tell me now." Fiona set the rhythm of her breathing. The look on the face of the man in front of her now looked serious. It was certain Steve would love to hear it, given how much he'd loved to live with Fiona since their first meeting. Her tears flowed down again and then were quickly wiped by Steve. The man didn't want the tears of a cornucopia to wet his entire face and clothes. “Sam,” Fiona answered. “Sam Smith.” For the sake of Zeus's lightning, now not only Steve's jaw tightened, but his whole body. The man froze speechlessly as if there was ice magic in Fiona's words just now. His saliva was swallowed through the cracks of his choked esophagus.

So, Phineas, Arrik, and the others decided to buy everything. Lewis took some time to arrive because the delivery location was slightly far. "Master Lewis, everything you want is here. Let me know if you need anything more. Should I bring you some beds or blankets?" Phineas asked through a drone. Lewis accepted the items, then asked, "Have you investigated the drug Draco gave Josephine?" "Oh, yeah. It's called Mirage or something. It's only available on the black market, and it's expensive. A single pill costs hundreds of thousands. There are also few of these pills in the world.

Callum's eyes widened in shock as he cursed furiously, "Trickery! You know nothing, you brat! Do you think boiling water is the same as preparing medicine—" However, a fragrance wafted out from the clay pot before he could finish his sentence. Callum was stunned, but Liam paid no attention to him. As the fragrance filled the air, Liam let out a light breath and withdrew his hand. The remaining liquid in the clay pot had not boiled away as Callum expected. Instead, it had turned into a clear, transparent liquid. "The Spring Dawn Tincture is colorless and fragrant." After pouring the liquid, Liam glanced at the dumbfounded Callum and added calmly, "It restores vitality and boosts vitality."

Seraphine’s expression went from alarmed to razor-sharp in an instant. “Show me.” Damon’s hands shook as he fumbled for the crushed black case, pulling out the vial and syringe packaging with fingers that no longer felt like his own. She snatched them, scanning the label in seconds. Then she went very, very still. “That’s not a standard stimulant,” she said quietly. Damon’s stomach dropped. “What is it?” Seraphine didn’t answer immediately. She turned to the medics. “Get him on oxygen. Now. And start a line wide bore. He’s crashing.”

Once Transformed Lieutenant Aldrich hurriedly pulled a small yet old black cotton trouser that was hung for drying with bunch of other clothing on a small string outside Wanda’s neighbor house and wore it to cover his nakedness, in meantime jasmine and Draco made their way inside Wanda’s house which was surprisingly empty, Jasmine quickly lighted a old oil lamp and helped Draco to laid on blanket as his stomach stabbed wound was looking worst than before, also he was burning like a fireball. Seeing which Jasmine hurriedly got her cloth bag that was lying in one corner and pulled out some herbs, she crushed some dried herbs in her palm and mixed them with water until they formed a sticky gree

Lynda said. She sat down and clicked a button on her laptop. The screen behind her opened to show a picture of John Gold. He was a big client and we had done numerous jobs for him over the years. He preferred the agent only known to him as Jericho to do his personal dirty work for him. “First, nice job in Redondo Beach, Jericho,” Lynda said. “Thanks, it was almost too easy,” I said and Nick laughed. “You always say that,” he said with a smile.