Dramatic Lovers Novels & Stories

Daniel exclaimed while holding out his little finger in front of Stefany. The teenage girl accepted her lover's outstretched little finger. Instantly the little fingers of the two of them were intertwined and united. They both promised to always be faithful and fight for their love for each other. Then suddenly, spontaneously Daniel recited a beautiful poem for his sweetheart, Stefany. Under the big tree, the snow falls slowly, With Stefany, my love whispers softly. The light of St. Mary's Church embraces the night, Illuminating our steps in peaceful silence.

First, as if planting a flag on the map of his battlefield, he pressed his finger right into the most sensitive part of me. "Our goal is to conquer this land, with all its lushness and abundance to behold," he said. A moan escaped me, my eyes welling up at the same time. I shook my head, stubbornly digging my fingers into Keane's hand until they left a mark on him. He pried my fingers off and bit down on them to stop them from getting in his way. Then, in all solemnness, he went on with his battle plan. "These two mounds here prove to be a challenge. But considering the rough terrain, this is a passage we must take in order to reach the promised land. We could do it like so."

“And now I will unmake everything you are.” John rose to one knee, dagger shaking in his grip. “Then you don’t know what love is.” He lunged forward. The shadows struck out like claws, but Saraphina appeared beside him, slamming her staff into the ground. A dome of silver light expanded outward, holding the shadows at bay for a moment. “You get one shot,” she shouted. “Touch her heart. If she’s still in there, she’ll respond.” He nodded and ran. The ground broke beneath his feet. The world blurred, but all he saw was Sarah. His Sarah.

I froze– my hands gripping the edge of my chair, “I, Alpha Draco, reject Raya as my mate and Luna,” he declared. His eyes flickered with a trace of regret before hardening once more. A piercing pain shot through me, sending a wave of dizziness. It felt as though my heart had been cleaved in two. My knees buckled, and I crumpled to the floor, sobbing. Forcing myself upright, I staggered toward Draco. When I reached him, my strength gave out, and I collapsed at his feet. But even as the pain swallowed me whole, a spark of defiance blazed in my chest.

Nicknames: Hollows, T Age: 26 Birthday: October 23 Zodiac sign: Scorpio Nationality: American Race: Originally human Hair color: Dark brown Hair style: Medium length middle part Eye color: Emerald green Birthmarks: N/A Scars: Scattered across his body Height: 6’2 Weight: 152 Skin color: Tan Sexuality: Straight and polyamorous Relationship status: complex Beauty marks: rose sleeve tattoo Jewelry : protection bracelet made by a witch Personality: Mysterious, dangerous, flirty, charming, mean Style: edgy cowboy Outfit: Medium wash blue jeans, black band t-shirt, black belt, boots, leather jacket Love interest: Iris Friends: N/A Prologue This story is about love. Not the lovey dovey type you see

CARL. We went out several times, we went back to our games, and it seemed that we could not stop dreaming, living invented experiences, all based on those encounters, as if we were still strangers, just lovers, but strangely because in that way we got to know each other even more. Rather than boring us, the opposite happened.

Damon commented, "I highly doubt that your mate is a mortal though. You'll be too much for her little cunt to handle." All of them burst into laughter. Suddenly, Reed's senses heightened as a new wave of party goers entered the lounge. "Something's wrong." he tensed up in his seat as he looked at his two best friends, who immediately switch to alert mode. "Rogues." A few seconds later, screams of agony and fear echoed in the lounge as guests scrambled towards the exit. A major stampede was unavoidable as a group of rogues infiltrated the lounge, attacking humans and vampires alike. Killian and Damon jumped into action and started fighting the rogues who entered from the top windows, while Re

Since their birth, Hunter and Havoc Hargreave had made it clear to the world that they had individual characters. That their views on the world differed on almost every ground. Havoc was loud, outspoken and reckless while Hunter put thought and consideration into everything he said and did. Like light and the darkness, they contrasted each other....but one could not survive without the other.

she whimpered. "Silly girl, do you think I will let anything happen to my darling mother?" she gently patted her head. "Nothing is going to happen, so don't cry." Odette cried even louder. "Oh dear, stop with your tears, what is the use in shedding tears over spilt milk," Eloise gently caressed her head. "Now Tell me, where are those sailors? I need to talk to them," "They are down below near the fire room," she whispered, wiping her eyes.

Abeer ask all of them to shut up as they were embarrassing his wife. Abeer reached home with Aarav and Krisha. Both Abeer and Krisha were happy as she come back to home and everything was better than before. They confessed there love to each other and last night they make love to each other. After having the dinner they decided to retire for the day. Krisha was in deep thoughts while taking out the clothes from the suitcase. Abeer noticed her, he move to her hug her from behind. "What are you thinking about? " He asked while turning her to face him and hold her shoulder.