Don't Look Back Dramione Novels & Stories

I lost my attention on Dylan because of Prince Damon and the way his eyes looked around the room as if looking for something. "If I figure it out, you are the culprit for sending a letter to King Stephen. It's not just a hand wound that I'm going to make you suffer," she whispered. She still followed Prince Damon's gaze because King Stephen was focused on Dylan. When he rolled his eyes, he looked at her and was slightly surprised, but it only took a few seconds for him to smile as if he hadn't done an investigation inside the room.

he said, completing my statement. “No, no, that’s not–” the words stuck in my throat as Damon bent down and took off his underwear. “You wanted to see, feast your eyes.” My mouth hung open as I looked into his eyes. Don’t look Rebekka, don’t look, don’t fall for his trap, he wants to trap you, don’t look, don’t look! It was no use, the little voice of reason in my mind was just that, a little voice, Damon’s voice was louder and more compelling.

GRACE The look on Damon's face sent me spiraling. “I…no…I” I stuttered, not sure what to say or how to move past this. I looked away from him, first towards the ground and then towards the opened window. The tension in the room could be cut with a knife. His stare felt like lasers piercing through my skin, demanding for secrets that I was unsure of letting out. I tried to keep looking away from him but that soon seemed impossible because of the intensity of his stare so I turned to him. I immediately wished that I had not because the look on his face sent me spiraling even more.

He was calm, as if he hadn't nearly killed me the day before. Wendy sat up and gave me an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, Jess. I had no idea they would go so far. I just said I thought Jackie Chan's movies were cool, and then…" She started tearing up. I gave her no response. Joseph frowned and pulled me aside. "Hey, she already said she's sorry. What more do you want?" Impatience laced his voice. "It was just a prank. Stop looking at us like we owe you something. Fine, I know you sprained something because the drones' batteries died. I'll pay for the meds."

Deciding it was best to go back to and regroup with the witches, getting a game plan in place. Getting back to the girls I notice the way Amphion avoids Nessa and the way she keeps throwing dirty looks at Diona. The curvy blonde either doesn't notice or is choosing to ignore her, but either way I am glad. My Beta on the other hand is like a broody school boy as he sits thinking we don’t notice him keep checking Diona out.

Everyone straightened their backs, people gave way and eyes flickered to a particular direction. ‎ ‎Following their gaze, I glance toward the doorway. ‎ ‎And there he is, Damon. ‎ ‎His dark hair is dishevelled in an effortlessly stylish way. His eyes roam the room, like he's searching for something. Girls sigh dramatically each time his eyes make contact with them. ‎ ‎I shake my head in shame on their behalf. ‎ ‎I look away before our eyes can meet, though my heart disagrees with that choice. I don't want unnecessary drama tonight.

She watched his retreating back until he rounded the corner of the stable and disappeared. Her talk of Dravonia had only brought back to him memories of Scarlett, casting a long shadow that stretched ahead of him like a path he could never quite escape. Zoe exhaled slowly, the breath fogging in the cool morning air and melted back into the shadows behind the hay bales.

"Darling, you have to stand up for me!" I stared at the woman holding my arm in confusion, noticing that her foundation had gotten on my sleeve. Her eye makeup was smudged with tears, and she looked rather terrifying. She pointed at the man in the private room, and she was clearly pissed. "Darling, he wanted to hurt me. I almost lost my innocence." Meanwhile, that man was utterly shocked as he pointed at his face, which was smeared with red wine.

My knees gave a fraction before I could correct them, the hall tilted. “Aria!” Damon’s voice broke through fully now, no longer controlled, no longer ceremonial. It was raw and sounded alarmed. “Aria, look at me!” I tried. I really did but my body didn’t listen. The last thing I saw clearly was Damon moving toward me, his expression completely shattered between shock and fear as he reached out and then the world went black. “ARIA!” His voice echoed through the hall just as my body finally collapsed forward into nothing.

Damon was dressed in a pristine black suit that made him look incredibly mature and powerful, but his face was as hard as a stone. He was already staring right at me. He had heard the entire announcement. The moment our eyes met across the crowded room, he quickly threw his head away, turning his back to me completely to stare out at the dark gardens outside. I glanced back at Ronan. He was completely engaged in his conversation with the older men, gesturing with his hands as they argued over pack politics. Seeing my chance, I quietly slipped away from his side and navigated through the sea of guests, walking straight toward the balcony doors.