Damaged Goods Dramione Novels & Stories

Those fangs were no less than pointed spears. Her heart swept in apprehension when Damien stretched her hands away, compelling her to stare at the molten lava balled in the center of his whites. "I trusted those photos over her. Those bloody photos!" Alpha Damien shrieked and before anyone around them predicted what he was going to do, he cast her in the air, before she collapsed somewhere amidst the scattered mess of glasses. Ginny choked a cry, frightened, and electrified at the pain that seared through her. Glass pieces pierced her bare long legs and palms as she fell on her left side.

"Hit Me! Show everyone that the only way you can feel like a man is by..." His fist flew toward my face. I didn't flinch. Damon's hand caught Dorian's wrist an inch from my nose. "She's lost it," Damon said quietly, still holding Dorian's arm. "Grief broke her brain." Dorian rubbed his wrist, staring at me like I'd grown fangs. "This isn't over." "I'd be disappointed if it was." I grabbed my bag, ignoring the way my ribs screamed. I walked away on shaking legs, feeling their eyes burning into my back.

she yelled in tears but it only made Damien's hold tighten. Lucas couldn't bear it. "Damien!" He yelled. "Why are you yelling my name, huh? I'm only trying to grant the lad's wish. Besides, I promised you a show. This is a great one. You should be enjoying the show with smoothies and popcorn and not calling my name like a maniac." Draco tried to break free once again, making a futile attempt to breathe but his struggle didn't work. His struggles slowed as he got weaker with each passing moment.

It’ll be about a tragic accident in the Hamptons. ​Damian, the floorboards, I whispered. ​He looked at me, and in that split second, we communicated more than we ever had in the contract. We weren't a billionaire and a debt-bride. We were two people who had found a reason to fight for something real. ​Damian didn't give her the books. He threw them. Not at her, but at the massive, floor-to-ceiling glass wall behind her. The heavy leather hit the glass with a sickening crack, and the entire wall shattered into a million shards of diamonds.

Then everything went down. The stool hit the ground and the cake smashed into the floor with a loud splat, breaking into a messy puddle. Dione froze like someone had turned him into stone. “Oh goddess… no. No, no, no…” Draekon didn’t move at first. His eyes fell on the ruined cake, then on his younger brother. That had caught him off guard. “This is bad… this is really bad…” Dione whispered frantically, his hands shaking in worry.

I didn't understand what he was saying. “Go downstairs, and get the driver up here Mia. Fast!” I jumped to my feet, and with a speed I didn't know I possessed, ran down the stairs. As I was jumping from two steps away straight to the floor, I looked up and saw a sight that made me freeze. “Now where exactly do you think you're going, Mia dearest?” Damien Draco asked, holding a severed head with fresh blood dripping out of it, in his hand.

was the only word that left my mouth before everyone went mum except my bastard middle brother Jacob who was still smirking at me showing me his blood coated teeth’s, I felt disgust with his presence around me because of which I immediate walked out of that place and made my way back to hall area where after party of fundraiser was organized , upon reaching there I made myself busy at bar counter and started gulping down glass after glass of 'The Balvenie' one of the most expensive and strong Whiskey however my mind was not able forget her memory, I was still stuck on her smiling face with her dimples and most importantly her ‘Deep black’ color orbs. Start of Flashback “Haa haa haa…Haa haa h

Scar stared at him coldly as she smashed the bottle on his head. The bottle didn't completely shatter but it cracked as wine mixed with blood,flowed down. Damian's eyes are wide open twice its size as he holds his head, falling on the rug. Dora and Jenny are sobbing from the side completely terrified,the night has gone badly,not like they planned. She squatted before him, running a hand on his messed up hair with an amazing tenderness that contradicts the action she just performed.

She shrieked, "My eyes! It hurts!" Magnus and Gabriel rushed to her side to clean her up. Meanwhile, Damien raised his fist as if he were asserting dominance. "You're asking for it!" he shouted. I stepped back and tipped over the champagne tower beside me. The crisp, jaunty crash of expensive glasses shattering across the floor sounded like music. Damien froze and retreated from the spreading carpet of glass shards, along with several others. I stood amid the wreckage and pointed at these so-called heroes. "This is nothing more than a marriage of convenience to you, isn't it, Gabriel? Fine. Have each other as much as you want. Unlike you all, I don't mistake trash for gourmet food. There's n

Damien took a few steps forward, approached Leona, then re-aligned himself with the girl. "Looks like you forgot, Leo." rebuked Damien with no less sharp glare. "I will always come to you when you get too close to the Alpha." Leona rolled her round eyes, then replied, "Looks like you're getting stupid, Damien." Leona's criticism was sharp. "I'm cleaning up the mess you guys made. The big accident made Malia the worst victim. Did you forget?" Damien pursed the valves of his mouth while giving an affirmative nod. "No. I didn't forget. I'm just glad to see that the girl is now dying." Damien replied with a small chuckle as a closing sentence.