Clean Dramione Novels & Stories

“He’s on the verge of abandoning the pack, Draco. Abandoning Nightshade itself. All for a girl.” That brought out a long, amused laugh from Draco. “A girl?” he echoed mockingly. “Gods above, don’t tell me. Some high ranking Alpha daughter? A political match gone wrong? Or wait…” He gasped dramatically. “Don’t tell me it’s one of those innocent virgins from a storybook. Don’t tell me big, bad Damon found himself a damsel to suddenly ‘fix’ him.” Nyla’s jaw tightened. “Worse, Draco. She’s an Omega.”

Amber couldn't complete her words when Leonard abruptly stood up from the couch. "Fine...." He walked out a little and spoke through mind link with Alex to send a maid to his room. Amber had already mentioned bringing few important elements for the cleaning procedure. Within a minute a maid arrived with those required elements. Amber motioned her towards the bed and passed her an antiseptic that would be used to clean the open wounds. The maid carefully took the cotton to dab on those cuts to clean it. Every time those pieces of cotton touched her skin, Leonard noticed a small change in Iris's facial expression. Even in her unconscious state, she was feeling pain.

Dior blinked, faking tears shamelessly. The people around him was speechless, even Farrah who's gawking at him with wide eyes. Farrah was indeed surprised. 1 million crystal nucleis cost billions. In their currency, one crystal nuclei with lower grades usually cost 500-2000 coins, while higher level crystal nucleis costs 3000-5000 coins.

" Ema's eyes narrowed. "And just how do you suggest we expedite this process?" Damien reached into his coat and pulled out a little vial filled with a shimmering, opalescent liquid. Raising it to capture the moonlight, he stated, "With this." "A small gift from the Crimson Moon pack's allies." Ema's eyes widened as she recognized it. "Is that...?" "Essence of Luna's Tears," Damien declared a dark gleam in his eye. "Undetectable to werewolf senses, yet potent enough to cloud the mind of even the strongest Alpha."

Damon: The morning light streamed in through the half-open curtains, casting pale gold over the tangled sheets and warm skin beside me. I tightened my arm which was draped around my mate gently, smiling when I saw how relaxed she was. Sienna stirred against my chest, her leg draped over mine, her hand resting just above my heart. Her breathing was soft, steady. Peaceful in a way that felt rare. In a way that I admired more than anything in the world, wanted to hold onto, and wanted to look at.

My stomach drops as I unfold it, my eyes scanning the words that send ice through my veins: [You know where you need to be if you want to see her again. Oh Goddess, no! I stare at the note, my heart hammering in my chest, the weight of those words crushing me. Osiris’ eyes narrow as he snatches the note from my hand, reading it. His expression darkens, his jaw clenched so tight I swear it’s about to snap. “That motherfucker,” he growls. Nero glances over his shoulder, his gaze scanning the crowd with lethal precision. “Darius,” he spits. “He’s here somewhere.”

Kris laid in bed, eyes wide, staring at the ceiling. She never experienced that type of dream before. It felt so real. Reaching mindlessly to the nightstand, she grabbed her vape, taking a long drag and holding it in. She exhaled, letting her shoulders drop and her eyes close. She thought about the events as they played out in her dream. She was giving a tattoo. It was a beautiful design she made specifically for Elena. They kept locking eyes, making it too hard for her to concentrate.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

The caretaker stopped scrubbing Violet's back, then she placed the washcloth on Violet's leff shoulder before leaving through the curtains. Violet sighed and continued scrubbing her back while listening to the conversation between the madam and Piggy. “This is clay soil, ma'am, you might not know this but clay soil is effective in tackling itch on skin, it also improves skin colour.” ”Are you sure this isn't a trick to—” “—I would never hurt Violet! She's my..” Piggy sighed, “This is a folk remedy only few know but it works! And besides, Violet would kill me if I gave her a wrong prescription.”

I heard Tito Robert say. I went out of the room, I was just wearing a shirt and pajama. When I got downstairs, they were the only ones waiting for me, so I quickly sat down in my chair. I was surprised when they stared at my arm. "Sister Eunice why does your wound heal--- hmm..." "Just eat your food Maddie and stop talking nonsense." "Yes, mommy." "Ahm, Tito Robert what medicine did you use? My wound healed so fast." "Herbal medicine only." He only said.