Cruel And Beautiful World Dramione Novels & Stories

The person who was supposed to love me more than anyone in this world. She was with my mate. I stood there, frozen in the doorway, not knowing when the tears had started falling. They streamed down my face in hot, silent rivers as I stared at the two people who had just destroyed my entire world. Serena saw me first. She gasped and scrambled to cover herself, her eyes wide with what looked like guilt. “Selena! I…. this isn’t what it looks like. Damon came to me drunk and needy. I tried to stop him, but he…”

||" Kristen Stewart "|| I almost felt bad at myself for being so harsh after I saw the defeated look on Damien's face. I almost spoke up and apologised to him for being rude and harsh. After all, he was only trying to be nice to me, but I couldn't.

Noir visibly relaxed and pulled Ophelia closer to his side, kissing her head and pulling Ophelia closer to his side, kissing her head and calming his wolf. “Maybe, we could save all the PDA for the bedroom 'cause this is honestly creeping me out”, Damon made a face. Noir whispered into Ophelia’s ear “He’s jealous, he’s unmated”, and Ophelia giggled. “I heard you”, Damon said in a sing-song manner and they all laughed. “I still didn’t get your name though” “Ophelia”, Ophelia said for the first time since the meeting. “Cool, you sound French though, are you?”

Lyra watched with arms crossed and eyes glittering with cruel, sadistic satisfaction. "How utterly pathetic," she sneered, examining her nails with deliberate boredom. "The desperate pleas of a dying woman, thinking love can conquer all. How disappointingly predictable you are." But I wasn't looking at her. My entire world had narrowed to Damon's face. Tears were streaming down his cheeks, cutting tracks through the blankness of his expression. His lips trembled violently, fighting against invisible bonds to form words that seemed to cause him physical pain. "Se...ra..." My name came out broken, tortured, ripped from somewhere deep inside him where the real Damon still existed. "Can't... sto

They may have been burly, but fighting in real life situations is very different from taking selfies in front of gym equipments. I sighed in relief as I watched the nine boys being hurled out of the club by their collars by Draco’s men as he went to the group of the girls to enquire if they were alright. But my relief was short-lived as I watched him reach for the waitress who had been violated not too long ago…and I watched in stunned silence as she wrapped her arms tightly around Draco and began crying. I felt a lump forming in my throat as I noticed their interaction. Draco’s arms came around the woman as well, holding her to him just as tightly. And it made my stomach turn into knots.

Her eyes were already blinded by tears. Cristine was totally controlled by the drug. She had lost her sanity. Regardless of how many people were in the living room right now, she didn't care at all. It seemed that only the man in front of her mattered to her. She took the initiative to get close to him and kissed him with her coquettish red lips. Crista tried to pull Cristine away, but she was only pushed away. She couldn't believe what she was seeing right now. Cristine was being humiliated and abused by several men in front of her. Such a scene made her heart ache.

"Truth is, I saw it and became speechless, like Damn!! You are so beautiful" "Stop the flattery Jack" Ella said blushing "Its not flattery, you are truly pretty" Jack replied "Yeah... Whatever you say... I gotta go, you know.. laundry" said Ella shyly "Alright will call you later before I go to bed" THE NEXT DAY Zach came back from Columbia and went straight home only to meet everyone from the hood. Adelle, Wade's childhood sweetheart and girlfriend who has been faithful to him was there waiting for Zach alongside Percy and Jeff who were supposed to be guards at the Aragon's Villa.

"Besides, I’m a good actress. I might just get my dumb step-brother to forgive me." "You think Vermont will take you back after this?" Dylan let out a jagged, pained chuckle, pressing his palm harder against the wound. "He’ll have your head on a spike. You're just a stupid cunt who's run out of friends." "It’s a silver bullet coated in wolfsbane." Clyde’s voice was calm, disturbingly so. We all turned to look at him where he sat bound on the ground. He wasn't looking at the gun; he was watching the black veins already starting to spider-web out from Dylan's wound.

~~~~~ Brea and I clung to each other, crying without restraint, before she boarded the private jet with Queen Kayla and Alpha King Aristes. “Come here, baby girl,” Draco said, pulling me into a hug as the jet lifted off the ground. “You’ll see each other soon. She needs time to heal.” I nodded, but a sudden wave of nausea hit me, and I rushed toward the bushes. “Loriah…?” Draco asked with concern, holding my hair back as I finished retching. Werewolves don’t get sick—not from minor things like the flu or food poisoning. He didn’t need to finish the question.

Well, that wasn't the reunion I was hoping for. "You just met Jace CruelHart nicknamed Cruel and Dash Rutherford nicknamed Ruthless." Jessica rushes to my side and whisper for me to ignore them. She helps me to my feet and we enter the hall and find a comfortable... manageable spot to stand and listen to the welcome back to school speech.