Clean Dramione Novels & Stories

Pete hollered from the door. Drako held both her wrists in one hand and leaned up enough to look down at her and how he had her fully pinned beneath him. Her struggles became more frantic with each passing second that he held her "Ah! I love that fragrance! It smells nicely on you." Drako said as he inhaled deeply. "Fear is a most delicious smell coming from a wolf. But what is it that you are afraid of this time little Kimberly? That I might kill you this time? Or I may have my way with you then kill you?" now it was his turn to taunt.

And oh, I definitely got up from where I was sitting when Ariana Grande made an appearance. She was someone I couldn't bear to watch from afar. She stood there, waving elegantly and blowing kisses as her heels descended on the stairs. I couldn't get much of a glimpse of her, though, but that dissatisfaction faded when I saw Michelle Blaze make his appearance. He was dressed in a Dior T-shirt and baggy trousers, a diamond chain hanging from his neck as a different style of Gold mask relaxed on his face. His hair was neatly braided to the back as he chewed a piece of Gum in his mouth, while talking to his manager.

Pretty. The moment that thought comes into my head I scold myself. Each of these Alpha’s are blessed with looks that make anyone want to get on their knees and thank the Moon for creating them. So I force a polite smile onto my face, and take the invitation from his hands, pretending like I need to check it to ensure it is him. Luna Thea, his mate, sends me a soft smile. She has eyes like him - a swirling violet colour full of mystery and unknown.

I then took out the portion, then examined it. I took if close to my nostrils and my eyes widened in horror at the realization. “Dramon, Burns is pure evil.” “What did he do?” “The portion is made of Red Morpium, a rare plant used to forcefully kill babies in the womb.” “What! He plans to kill his own child!”

Only Iditan remained by our spot when I returned, staring at the merry makers. The larger bonfire was blazing hard, and almost every other person was there, dancing around it. I sat down stiffly, also watching them go at it. I caught sight of Damola dancing energetically with a younger man and smiled, seeing the light in her eyes. Hers was a mood I liked—she could let lose when need be and so also be all bossy and demanding as the occasion demanded, and let loose she did right now, trying out some crazy moves.

We were quite a mess. After drawing the excess moisture from my hair and drying my skin, I looked to Domenico, who had a towel around his waist and was sifting through the basket. He pulled out a tube of something and stepped over to me. His eyes met mine before his fingers pressed against my cheekbone, the cut on my forehead, and the welts. “This will help,” he said, then spun me around to dab it on my butt and the backs of my legs. “How do you know all this wound care?”

Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha. “Alpha,” Beta Dillon called and handed him the antidote. “The antidote.” Drake gets it and looks upon the antidote. He slid it into his pocket and then heaved a sigh. He was panting even though Beta Dillon was gasping for air, with a small cut on the side of his lips. Drake’s eyes were dark and red; he crumpled his fists again as they continued to run as fast as they could until they reached the royal house.

I stated confidently. “Hmm, I know exactly where you can jump on me.” Damiano’s voice went low. Which sent a steady pulse between my legs and made my entire body flutter. “I–I …” I couldn’t form a sentence and it was like my body was on fire. “I believe it relives cramps as well.” “I wouldn’t know.” “You haven’t tried it?” Now I pictured him with a tilted head and a raised brow. “Not exactly that…” I trailed off. “But your shower head works wonders.”

Her instincts told her this wasn’t just any random letter. “Thank you,” Lysandra said, her voice tight as she tore the envelope open. Inside was a stack of medical records—her medical records from childhood, filled with test results and old notes. She stared at them, her pulse quickening, but her eyes landed on the final page. A portion of the document was partially burned, the edges charred and frayed as though it had been through a fire. But what made her blood run cold was the faint, almost invisible mark at the top of the page—the same symbol that had appeared in her genetic scan.