Clean Dramione Novels & Stories

Shange snatches it away from me, revealing my entire body. “Kale took care of it. Get dressed and meet me at the elevator.” He leaves the room, closing the door behind him. Hanging on the back is a honey yellow dress. I fix my face in disgust. “What the hell is that?” I wish they would have allowed me to dress myself. I always thought Kale to have exquisite taste, but this dress reminded me of dried up mustard. It was plain. The straps were thin and it was much lengthier than what I was used to, reaching over the knee. I didn’t compliment my skin well, and I had no jewelry or make up to complement it. Since I had gotten my dark hair wet last night, when it dried it became a curly mess. I did

After they headed toward the elevators, Regina glanced at the clock on the wall. Nearly noon. The day stretched ahead in predictable calm, and she let herself relax slightly, shoulders loosening. Then the email notification chimed softly on the computer screen. She turned, clicking it open absentmindedly. Subject: Crimson Hollow Alpha Convention — Full Capacity Booking Her stomach dropped so suddenly it felt like she’d missed a step on a staircase. She stared at the screen, the words blurring for a moment before snapping back into focus. Alpha Convention. Her pulse quickened, a cold ripple spreading through her chest.

Dorian Grimaldi. As I pushed open the door to my dimly lit room, the familiar sight of Eden lying peacefully on the bed greeted me. The soft glow from the bedside lamp illuminated the room, casting a warm and comforting aura. Her red hair was splayed across the pillow in loose tendrils, framing her delicate features like a halo. The gentle rise and fall of her chest indicated she was deep in sleep, breathing in rhythmic patterns.

“ARAMIDE!” Adrian screamed as he ran to her and fell at her side, she had rolled down fifteen steps, she was covered in blood and her hair was stuck to her skin, Adrian looked up at his mother. his eyes were filled with rage and they barely registered his mom shaking her yea profusely as if to day she had no clue about what happed that didn't matter now, the big problem was that Aramide wasn't breathing, guilt washed over Adrian.

How was I supposed to feel again? He’s freaking breathtaking. I know Alexander is gorgeous, but right now, he’s looking ten times more beautiful than the last time I saw him. His long dirty blonde hair is slicked back, tucked behind his ears, revealing his forehead. His dark brows are neatly groomed, and his gorgeous silver eyes are peeking from beneath them. He looks mature in a different way than he usually does. He looks responsible, unbelievably sexy, and is that a suit peeking from the cut of the small screen? I can’t tell because it seems a bit dark wherever he is, and he also appears to be moving.

Her eyes widened but she pasted on a smile. “This,” I said firmly, my tone clipped, “is our revitalizing serum. Made with stabilized vitamin C, hyaluronic acid, and botanical extracts sourced from across the globe. Lightweight, long-lasting, and clinically tested. Unlike cheaper imitations, our formula is built to last.” The comments lit up, praise rolling in. Scarlett laughed, slipping her arm through mine. “See? My darling always explains it better than I do.” The questions came next… when are you getting married?

Alpha Blaze added. "Thank you so much your majesty." Damon replied. "Wait and watch what this will cost you Luna Crimson." Damon said in his mind with a grin. * *The next day* Crimson was ready to speak to her subjects concerning what happened yesterday as everyone is in panicked and expected her to point out the guilty criminal. She didn't wear any make up, she looked pale, straight with no smile at all. "Crimson, your breakfast." Tyler said. "Not now." Crimson replied.

The noise swelled again. Voices overlapping. Outrage dressed as diplomacy, curiosity sharpening into something predatory. Adrian drifted away from the center, already satisfied. He’d thrown the stone. Now he wanted to watch the ripples. We didn’t follow. We regrouped. Damon appeared at my right with a crystal tumbler already in hand, pressing it into my fingers like muscle memory. “Drink.” he murmured. “Slow.” The whiskey burned my throut. Grounding.

Then pointed “Shampoo is over there, you can pick what scent to use. I’ll be just outside, be quick.” Once she left I scrubbed myself down. The scent of vanilla filled the air. Shampoo. “Hmmm.” I skimmed over the labels choosing a lavender one. At the packhouse we had a big clump of the stuff which reminded me of home. Finishing my hair I drained the bath, wrapping a towel around myself. My reflection stared back at me through the mirror. My hard ice blue eyes looked sharper than they used to be. This has been a long day. The door opened and I leapt to the side. Holding my towel in place around me. Damion just strolled in holding a black dress a bounce to his step. He paused seeing my predic

He scrubbed his hair quickly, suddenly wanting to be ready and standing in front of Clary. "Thank a lot, we are on a tight schedule, Damon," Moni said when he eventually emerged from the bathroom in just his boxers. She threw his trousers at him, eliciting a growl from him. "Put them on Damon, we have got to go!" she said. "We don't have time for that! David, fix him please?" she begged her mate when she saw Damon grabbing his hair dryer. She watched as David stepped in front of Damon and waved his hand over his head, Damon hair dry and styled in his usual mohawk, with a touch of gold at the tips in an instant. She almost laughed when Damon gawked at himself in the mirror before his face spl