Cloak And Dagger Dramione

He was busy kissing her. Catching her breath, she took out the dagger and while he’s busy stripping her skirt. Kill. She stabbed his back. He froze as she met his eyes. He growled in pain as she pushed him hard but he grabbed her neck and throw her away. She hold the dagger tightly as she landed on her foot and knee. “You little bitch.” He growled as she raised her dagger, the tip was facing down and the sharp blade was facing him. He could feel the burn on his back as he laughed. “As I expected, you weren’t just a timid girl, Bella.” He watched those blank eyes. Like there’s no soul on it. Kill. There he heard it again as she attacked immediately and he caught her wrist the blade was near on his eyes. He gripped on it and he pinned her down on the floor as he broke her wrist in anger. She growled in pain as she released the dagger. He took it and throw it out. Now with other hand, he reached her right ear and pulled out an earpiece. He crumbled it into pieces as he growled. “Bella!” He growled. “You little traitor.” She whimpered as she tried to kneed him but his knees were on hers, completely holding her down. “Shhh!” He pressed his forehead to hers as he stared right into her eyes. “Bella, Bella. My. Mate.” She froze and stops struggling. He finally let her go as he carried her to bed. He reached her broken wrist and fixed it. Then, he put cloth around it to support it. He pulled out his phone and rang Paxton. Then, he tossed it away. “Mate,” straddled over her and reached her neck.

In the middle of a lively night, can you guess what's about to come? In the middle of the busy street, do you realize there is something in the dump? Shane Hoseinzade was peacefully sleeping on the floor when three conservative, loud knocks echoed inside. Would he open the door? On the other side, someone wearing a black cloak and holding a giant scythe is standing on the doorstep. With head bowed down, a pair of mismatched eyes glowed while staring at the door. Patiently waiting for the target to open the door. If you hear three violent knocks on your door at exactly midnight, would you dare to open the door? But what if those violent knocks are the knocks of the person you promised to marry in the future? Death? A grim reaper? A demon? Whoever it is, are you ready to face your fears?

If hurting me was her aim she surely succeeded. She laughed thrilling at my silent anger. She knows I can do nothing even if I want to. I don't have a wolf and she knows it as she showed me her vicious claws. "Stand up," she ordered. Abandoning my food I scrambled up to my feet. "Very unattractive, I wonder how Krist thinks you are suitable for this job." She eyed me with disdain. I watched her pull out a blood dagger and handed it to me. Bewildered I took it. My eyes shooting a million questions at her. "Participating in the Bride Selection is just a tip in the ice," Amanda laughs enjoying my distress. "What matters is that you must kill the Alpha King Damien as soon as he marks you as his bride." I let the blood dagger fall to the ground in shock. They are sending me to kill the Alpha King Damien. Her words and her laughter rang through my thoughts. "...Kill the Alpha King Damien."

Blind billionaire, Arthur Belmont casts off his cloak of misery and embraces a strong will to face the world again as he falls in love with his caretaker, Stacie Grey. His raging desire to have a perfect love life drives him into undergoing the life-threatening eye surgery. A huge risk he was willing to take. However, having his sight back turned out to be a nightmare. Nothing was like he'd fantasized. Stacie had disappeared. His company was on the verge of bankruptcy. So many secrets lurked around. Arthur's reality was a dark one – a reality he had to salvage at all cost. Will he unravel the mysteries alone, or yet again, crawl back to the love that almost destroyed him in his search for solace?

Found in the marooned ruins of Chavand was a book ripped and torn. Its yellowed pages eaten up and coiled. Forgotten and unheard about was this book until it came to light. His legends lived on, his tales of valour prevailed. His glory seemed enternal and he was worshiped and adored. But his heart remained shrouded in a cloak of mystery. His emotions, his turmoils went unnoticed in an attempt to make him great. Seen as someone who was invincible and immortal, the Rana changes your perspective from his greatness to his soft heart. Written across the pages during his last moments, he wrote his own life. Where bards would be at a loss and poets were simply lost in his glory and valor, the Rana is said to be the only one who could write about himself.

Following the gruesome murder of his parents by his ex, Robinson as since made himself stoic, shutting off everyone from his life, except for Mariam. After an unsuccessful search for funding for her orphanage, Madeline finds herself standing in the doorway of the man who almost hit her days back, about to begin work as a nanny. There is no denying that Robinson is an arrogant idiot — even Madeline who sees good in people thinks so. Yet, beneath that cloak of arrogance and nonchalance for others is a man still carrying pains from years back. After realising she has fallen for him,, Madeline will begin trying to bring Robinson back to his former self, while Robinson will try getting back into his shell. Will Madeline succeed? Or will Robinson remain his arrogant self?

Get ready to be immersed in a world of shadowy intrigue and forbidden passion in this mesmerizing tale of The Devils Game. As the inky cloak of night descends, a notorious mafia don finds himself inexplicably drawn to an ambitious lawyer, and their unlikely love story unfolds amidst the seedy underbelly of the criminal underworld. This thrilling narrative is set in the heart of the mafia's bustling hub, where power and money reign supreme, and brutality and mayhem lurk around every corner. Our protagonist, the compelling and multi-layered mafia don, is a magnetic force of nature – his commanding presence hides a dark and dangerous side. Renowned for his cunning and ruthlessness, he yearns for something more meaningful and less fleeting. Read this fascinating journey into the murky depths of the mafia's world, where tension and danger abound, and love and desire have never been so potent.

In Orwell, West Ridge is the place everyone feared of. It was said to be a huge manor in the middle of the forest that was long abandoned. Anyone who goes there either dies inside the residence or meet an accident on their way out of the forest. Nadia Hughes is new to Orwell and didn’t know the stories. When she went for a walk in a forest, she found West Ridge and went inside the manor. There she found an ancient portrait of a woman who looks exactly like her. It opened another world for her and she soon realized that she transmigrated to the body of the woman in the portrait. But what’s more shocking is that she became a vampire, and there are two men who claims to be her lovers who are actually a vampire and a werewolf! And it even got more complicated when a mysterious man in black cloak suddenly became the subject of her darkest fantasies…

Hope collapse on a mountain, one glance up to see a fiery creature looming over her, his red eyes blinding her. "Who are you?"of course she didn't expect the creature to answer her "What do you want from me?" She growl in fake bravity,despite her knowing she could fight this creature, she's terrified. "Where's the amphithere dagger?" A voice ask in her head, she look around. " Where's the amphithere dagger girl?" The voice barked, she glance up wide eyed. Daisy had always known hope was the chosen one, she was there when she was born, she'd been with them when her father had brought may zhiang her mother into the troop, she was chosen by the magic to protect the amphithere, but what no one knows was the danger lurking around. Her Powers were revealed, Her death illuminating, The prophecy vivid, Her transformation Happening. "Like si yang?" Hope ask the dying man. "No... no... I need to live but not at the cost of my lovers life" Ned stumbled on his words. " Really?! " " You're a snipy angel"Hope touch his hand, he couldn't explain why but the fear creeping up the back of his head went away. "Do you want to know my name?" he nod "hope" she whisper and suddenly his eyes closed and her... she vanished.

My mate is Ryder Blackwood, Alpha of the pack. As the approaching bonding ceremony, he tells me that his "savior", Isabelle Morrison, is dying. She took a silver dagger meant for him three years ago. Now she is terminal, and her days are numbered. Her last wish, he says, is to leave behind a pup bearing the strongest Alpha blood. I tremble. "What about me? I'm your only mate." His voice is cold, emptied of feeling. "Don't worry. I'll always be your mate." Two days later, I receive the pregnancy test results. Isabelle is five weeks along. Turns out there was never a choice. All I get is a belated notice. What he doesn't know is that I'm the one who took the silver dagger meant for him three years ago. The healer tells me I have, at most, a month to live. I neither weep nor protest. I cancel the bonding ceremony I've dreamed of and quietly book a flight out. It leaves on the very day of the ceremony. Ryder stands at the venue of the canceled ceremony when my message reaches him. It's my unwavering rejection of him as my mate. That's when he finally breaks. For the first time, the Alpha who controls everything tastes a fear that tears the soul. He searches for me frantically, only to find every trace of me erased from his world.