Don't Look Back Dramione Novels & Stories

"So that's why you've been ignoring me? Because of him?" I didn't bother explaining. What was the point? "We're heading out. Bye." I grabbed Elbert's arm and pulled him with me. At the crosswalk, I glanced back once. Nathan was still there, standing under the shadow of the trees, watching us. He looked… lonely. Something I'd read online suddenly came back to me. After a breakup, girls usually grieve first, then move on. Guys… they only realize what they lost much later. And that's when it hits them hard.

They were probably conflicted or bound by their vows to me as king. Malcolm was distraught, but still chose to be quiet and every time Malfoy tried to act, he got stopped by the Viscount who chose to be a spectacle to all that was happening just like Miranda and her father. The viscountess was in tears and looked like she would collapse at any given time. She was as pale as paper. "And what?" Dorian finally turned, his eyes and words, spitting venom. "I let her go and then what?" "She gets to be with her rightful mate." Donovan shrugged mindlessly.

“These shows are pure drama, huh? Just nonsense.” Nonsense. The word rang bitter in my head, sharp, almost offensive. My spine chilled, as if someone had pressed ice between my vertebrae. And then, there she was. Vanessa Monroe. She appeared on the screen with perfectly styled hair, her face made up with almost cruel precision, and that arrogant glint in her eyes. She crossed her legs with studied elegance, as if she knew exactly where the camera was. Her dress was tight, expensive, provocative—the kind of outfit that doesn’t ask for attention, it demands it.

She widened her eyes and turned to look at me. Seems like someone is getting their memories back. My mouth twitched upward rather sarcastically and I turned around to walk away. “Daniel!” She groaned as she ran after me and I pressed my lips together to stop myself from laughing. What drama is about to unfold?

“See you all later.” Drake throws us a salute with two fingers. “Time for us to start the drama.” “As if you aren’t an expert at it already,” Drake retorts, and Dory shoots him a glare. But then she composes herself and morphs her face into pure anger. They both stomp out of the double doors, looking extremely pissed. I don’t escort them out of the house since our act needs to look like I kicked them out of the pack. But I feel my heart ache as they leave. Why do I have to watch the people I love leave on the same day?

I should have let him believe I was asleep. But I turned. It was a simple movement - nothing more than shifting onto my back, my eyes flickering open - but the moment our gazes locked, something passed between us. Something I couldn't name. Damon didn't move. He stood there, watching me with an expression I couldn't decipher. I should have looked away. I didn't. For a moment, the tension between us was almost unbearable. And then - just as suddenly as it had come - Damon pulled back.

He added the last part instantly and she blinked at him before a smile broke on her lips. "You will?" She asked beaming joyously and he was taken off guard by her sudden happiness as he nodded his head. "Of course," He said and she smiled at him completely unaware of the dark amber rims glowering at the two of them. Draco was in his study that overlooked the garden. He was talking on his phone while strolling casually when his eyes fell on long honey tresses. Fiona was in the garden along with Kolton, that kid, and the maid.

The voices rose, fury and venom volleying back and forth—Draco’s protective roars, Marla’s shrill accusations. “Stay here, baby girl,” Draco shouted through the crack, his voice suddenly softer, desperate. “I’ll deal with her before she turns this into a scandal. Please, wait for me.” But I was already shaking my head, tears blurring the mirror before me. And then I saw her. Loriah Dee, Not Elara Dane. The girl from five years ago. Swollen lips from his kisses, skin marked in love bites, body thoroughly, sinfully fucked—and still alone at the end of the day. Back then, he had gone running to Marla, leaving me to wait for promises that never came true.

And just in turn, her dizziness She sees a figure next to a dark pillar, his eyes dark and brooding, and her knee that dark green from a mile away; it was Damon! "Listen to me, Brynn; you can’t tell Killian." But Brynn could hardly hear what Talia was saying as her dizzy spell got worse.

The members of the pack jubilated at the decree, loud noise and clapping resounding. “Good riddance!” Mom said from where she was next to me. The sounds went on for a few more minutes and my eyes stayed steady on Damon's until he caught me staring, I didn't turn away, and neither did he, the both of us locked in each other's gaze and I saw a flash of regret and pain in his right before he turned away, breaking the spell.