Don't Look Back Dramione Novels & Stories

Draco muttered. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. “Zara, I don't see Jamie and Theon,” Lia whispered, trembling, and I glanced up to meet Draco's gaze, mustering a little courage that I didn't know I have. “Draco, where are my men? Jamie and Theon." Draco chuckled. “I thought you'd never ask. Theon is right here,” he announced, raising a human head, with blood trickling from it.

Should Draco repay her kindness for him? That woman… Why did that woman help Draco? Draco couldn't forget the look in her eyes, filled with pain and despair. The look in her eyes was similar to his own. Draco realized that his fate with that woman was not that different. That woman… stared with pain and hurt that Draco left her there alone. Ah, why couldn't Draco forget that woman one bit? The woman's figure continued to remain in Draco's mind. Her voice, screaming for help, resounded in Draco's ears.

I take my bag from the room and run down the stairs, only stopping when I see who is at the bottom of it. Dameon was leaning against the wall. He looks up, and he hears me approach. We lock eyes as I come down the stairs. I hold his stare, and it feels impossible to look away as if I was hypnotized. I was so still locked in the gaze that I lost my footing, tripping down the last few stairs and hitting the chest as he caught me with his quick reflex. “ Be careful, omega,” he said as he let me go. I try not to show my disappointment as his hands leave my shoulders. I mumbled my apology, looking at my shoes awkwardly.

Damien kept pronouncing the name "Minerva wait,tell me where you live" Damien yelled and ran after her . . . . . END OF FLASHBACK "And that was how their love story began" Lord Voldemort said as he ended his story "So what does the story has to do with Summer" Dorian asked staring at Voldemort "You kids are so dumb,don't you get it yet?" Lord Voldemort asked with a smirk plastered on his lips "Get what!" Damon yelled angrily he was already tired of this man badderdash

Most didn’t bother paying any attention to us, too fixated on some spectacle across the room. From what I could see in between the masses, there was a troupe of dancers, twisting their gold-painted bodies into intricate knots much like a contortionist would. We were forced to a stop when a train of fire sprites dashed by with empty platters hoisted above their small heads. Ignoring the frantic beat of my own heart crashing in my ears, I spun to Draco and Azrael. “Find Hemlock and see if there’s anything he can do.” “Tiny goddess,” Draco exchanged a long look with Orion, “Even if he had a cure, he wouldn’t give it up freely.”

I cut him off sharply, "I'm never going back to you! Bye!" And with that, I ended the call. I didn't care if Ryan lost it on the other end of the line. … Ryan stared at the disconnected screen. He was stunned for a second, then hurled his phone to the ground and stormed out. Back in his study, he sent a message to his assistant. "Make Clare the official Luna." Ryan thought that if I heard he was making Clare his Luna, I would come running back with teary eyes, just like before. But he forgot one thing. The day I left was the same day he held that bonding ceremony with Clare.

His tricks draw gasps and applause, a crowd forming around him. As I watch, my gaze drifts. My heart skips when I spot Cain and Claire. Their heads are close, voices low. Claire giggles, but her eyes dart around nervously. Cain leans in, whispering something that freezes her smile. A chill runs down my spine. What are they plotting? “Nora,” Damon says, pulling my attention back. “You’re staring.” I shake off the feeling and turn to Damon. “Maybe we should head back. You’ve been on your feet all day.”

I yelled again and they didn’t even turn to look at me. A scream fell out of my lips when I felt the pain she could have felt, but now she is dead and so is her baby, it felt like I should have fought for her. When Dante turned to look at me, the darkness in his eyes grew further and he inched closer to me, so did Damon, bowing in front of me What is going on?.

Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I immediately checked Tommy over from head to toe before turning my still-shaken gaze to Angelica. She was no longer the polished, sharp general manager she used to be. Her white shirt had yellowed, the collar frayed. Her bangs hung over her eyes, and she looked gaunt and pale. "What's wrong?" Angelica pressed her face close to mine, and I instinctively recoiled. Her bloodshot eyes fixed on me, yet a smile spread across her face. "Devon, you still care about me, don't you? You still love me, right?

“Then help me understand. No one here seems to want to.” Something shifts in his expression. Just slightly. He looks… almost thrown. Like he had not expected me to say that. Like he'd expected me to say something else entirely. I hold his gaze, frowning. I wait for him to say something. He doesn't. I glance at Rhoda and then Mason. Neither of them says a word. Nothing new there. Silence stretches. Then— “Whatever you think you saw,” Damon says finally, his voice low, controlled, “forget it.”