Damaged Goods Dramione Novels & Stories

“They are not broken, are they? How much do we have to compensate the company if they are any damages?” James couldn’t help but smile at her. All the items in the bags were a collection of gifts people had given to Darren. “Don’t worry about the damages, you can return them to our company at any time,” James was an exceptional actor. Darren leaned against the lamp pole and looked at Mia, who was examining the expensive gifts. There was not even a trace of Greed in her beautiful eyes when she looked at the precious jewellery. She only seemed to appreciate them. Darren sighed out aloud. The rumours seemed to be different from the woman he was seeing. He felt that this “Eva Thompson” was way b

I was desperately writhing in his hand, trying my best to move out of his grip, but he was adamant and wouldn't let go. He got closer, and I knew I was doomed. I knew he would win this time, and it would be my own fault. I closed my eyes tight, still struggling as much as I could, yet I could still feel him right above me. Suddenly, I heard a loud crash. I couldn't tell if it was the door or a person, but Damien suddenly let go of my hair, and I tumbled back on the floor next to the broken glass. I turned, and the only thing I could see was Ronan. He was lying on the floor, bloodied, and the door opened wide.

But I’m not finished. She would rebuild. She would rise. She would take back her career, her name, her power. And when she stood at the top again, a phoenix from the ashes? She would make them burn. She opened her laptop again, her fingers a blur, this time typing: “Damian Blackwell medical condition”. Before she could hit enter, a soft cough echoed from the doorway. Amara jolted, her heart a frantic drum against her ribs. Damian stood there. Tall. Imposing. Dressed in a black turtleneck and tailored slacks, his hair slightly tousled, as if he’d just run a hand through it in a moment of frustration. His silver-gray eyes, sharp and intelligent, locked onto hers.

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?”

If Collin hadn't caught her arm, she would have collapsed onto the marble floor. "Oh, my," Damien said smoothly, his voice dripping with mock concern. He didn't move an inch, his face perfectly serene behind his dark glasses. "My apologies, Mrs. Vance. My depth perception is... tragically lacking today. I hope I didn't ruin your shoes." Elaine’s face flushed a deep, angry purple, but she forced a tight, trembling smile. "N-no, Damien. It's quite alright. Just a... minor slip." Avery stared at Damien; her breath completely hitched in her throat.

Brandon fought like a cornered animal, clawing, biting, screaming about betrayal and love, but there were five of them and one of him. Caspian joined last, face stone-cold. They didn’t stop. Not when he begged, not even when blood pooled on the concrete floors of the warehouse. Not until he went still. Dead. Georgia stumbled away, shaking, into Liam’s arms as he rushed to her. Jamila lunged for a gun, but Dre was on her, zip ties snapping around her wrists before she could blink. Francesca didn’t fight. She stood tall, red dress stained, lips curved in a defiant smile even as Hans cuffed her.

I take a turn to the east wing where the other rooms are and as I approach them, I hear the faint sound of people moaning which only gets louder as I stop in front of Damian’s old room in the mansion. Seems like the asshole already found one of his hoes to take the edge of the drug off. If he has, dad’s plan already failed before it even began but I have to make sure. I slowly push the door open and peek but the sight that welcomes me feels like someone punched me in the gut. No, like they dug their hand into my fucking chest and ripped out my heart, tossed it to the floor, spat on it and crushed it under their feet. Scarlett is on her knees, her back in a perfect arch as Damian slams into h

Stumbling back as I stare at the vivacious red wine stain. “Oh mommy! Good lord! What have I done?” I gasp again feigning innocence as I lift my gaze to meet his angry scowl. “I am so sorry sir. Pardon me. Jeez! What can I do to…a napkin! I'll get you a napkin!” I am so close to scurrying away to search for this napkin, when he grabs my wrist. His scowl has morfied into a look of concern. “Please, calm down. Accidents like this happen all the time. How about we get you a new dress. The one you have on is completely ruined,” he says, his eyes sweeping down my body, tongue darting out to lick his pink lips and swallows hard.

So much more important than thread and stuffing and glass eyes, wrapped in a half-torn dress. I still feel bad about that doll. The one I saved from a hooker name. A doll I carried around with me for years, and now remember only in flashes. Bare, bright impressions, like seeing something through burned retinas. Seared over everything in a glowing silhouette. The same as Loki. I barely met Loki, but when I remember him it’s with a sick stirring so deep and violent it’s like there’s a clawed hand rammed down my throat. Churning my guts around. Turning my insides into so much fine flesh confetti.

I was seeing things clearly despite of the drug. “Oh my god, Alice. How is this even possible?” I mouth, closing my eyes as I try to remove the images of his body—the way he growled as he changed. No matter how hard I try to forget about what happened or convince myself it was not real, it will never change the fact that it happened. He is truly a werewolf. “Alice?” My eyes open wide before sitting up straight, seeing Damon standing near the door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. Were you sleeping?”