Damaged Goods Dramione Novels & Stories

Damien’s fingers curled into fists. Elias smirked. “But I’ll give you credit. You made it interesting. Almost had me there.” Then his expression darkened. “I was going to let you walk away. I was going to let you live.” The screen flickered, showing Damien’s estate—burned to the ground. “But now? Now, you took something from me.” The image changed again. My stomach dropped. A man—bound and beaten. It took me a second to recognize him. Ronan.

“This is pointless; I assure you, I am fine.” “And I assure you, you are not Your Majesty,” Doctor Rita said, adjusting the frame of her glasses on the bridge of her nose. “You have sustained an unholy number of injuries; if you try to force yourself to go about your normal daily activities, you will only be bringing more harm to yourself.” “Bullshit,” Damien spat, and, in an attempt to show that he was right, he stood up. But not for long.

“I need to talk to him—to Damien. Maybe if Aurora explains, he’ll let Audrey go.” Agatha scoffed, shaking her head. “Good luck convincing Aurora to help the man who caused her so much pain. And Damien? You better pray he’s in a merciful mood… if such a thing even exists.” Sara staggered back, clutching her phone as though it were a lifeline. The weight of Agatha’s words pressed down on her, suffocating her with fear. At Beauty by Riiz Company, the air was thick with tension. The boardroom was packed, the executives gathered in an emergency meeting after Damien Vladimir’s legal team had sued the company for damages and toxic product distribution.

Maybe he finally doesn't hate me anymore. "I am sorry for putting you two through troubles." I apologize, sitting up. I feel really weak. "I couldn't stop Austen from calling you guys. He was so worried." IT SHOWS THAT MATE IS THE BEST. I can't agree more moonlight. "He should be." Janny looks at me worridely. "Werewolves don't get sick Luna Scarlet." "She is not sick. Just stressed. I never knew old people could be a lot of to...." She pause her eyes locked on the makeup table.

It wasn't just her personality alone but everything that had to do with her. She was more exposed when it came to littlest details and was more prepared than he ever would be. "Thank you Draco," he said as soon as he had finished telling him what had went down in the Redmoon pack. "She isn't hurt an...anywhere right?" he asked after hesitating for a second. "From what I hear, not even a scratch. She had successfully killed the creature and now, his body is in their possession for inspection," Draco replied. "That's good enough for me. I need to go and see for myself what these bastards look like," Damien said.

Did she not understand that showing mercy to enemies was akin to betraying herself? "She was responsible for your humiliation at the Grayson's banquet," Damien said, his voice low and laced with suppressed anger. "She sent you that atrocious dress, knowing it would draw ridicule. Worse than that, she had her lackeys tamper with your drink by poisoning it. You ended up in the hospital because of her actions."

He lies " But you are wrong uncle. I am perfect" I inform looking him straight in the eyes " That's where you're wrong son. You're not" He informs " I don't have time for this drama. What do you want uncle. I am sure you didn't come all this way to play my conscience" I say nonchalantly " Oh yes, I almost forgot. One of the lorry carrying your goods got into a huge accident" He informs " What?. How much worth of drugs did I lose?. I hope that stupid driver didn't snitch on me to the police. Such incompetence all around me" I yell shuffling my laptop off my desk and stand infuriated.

Inside Art Trading Corporation, Fiora returned to the office and drank a cup of water to calm her restless heart. She kept telling herself that nothing would happen to her. Everything was handled perfectly, and there would never be any flaws. About twenty minutes later, Damian returned. Damian had injured himself so much that his body was covered with wounds and blood was all over it. He looked as if he had just been in a fight and barely escaped. He exchanged glances with Fiora, and they understood each other’s feelings.

Carefully, he unfolded one brittle parchment after another, spreading them across the table. His eyes stopped on a faded drawing of a young woman standing under the full moon. Silver light surrounded her body. Damien’s breathing became uneven as he quickly turned the page. He slowly lowered the parchment, his face gradually losing all color. “No…” he said in a low voice, his heartbeat speeding up. “That can’t be possible.” **** The wounded attacker knelt on one knee, blood dripping onto the stone floor beneath him. His shoulder was badly burnt where Maya’s power had struck him and his arm was still shaking from the blast.

someone shouted. Flames cast a red glow over the curtains. Theodore scrambled to get up, only to find that his limbs were weak. Something was wrong with that drink—it had to be Elijah. He couldn't understand why Elijah would drug him. The realization sent a chill through him, but at that moment, all he could think about was making sure Calista was safe. He used every ounce of his strength to burst through the door as a wave of heat hit him. The hallway had already been consumed by a sea of flames, and the thick smoke made him cough violently. Through the heatwaves, he saw Calista supporting Sebastian—who also seemed to have no strength—as they moved toward the emergency exit.