Novel & Cerita Dramione Isolation

Then, the sound of squeaking rats greeted me. "Guards!" Luna Jocelyn shouted. "Open the door!" Luna Jocelyn shrieked. "Take this bitch and put her in!" I knew how horrible the isolation room was. "Luna, please don't..." I reacted by hugging my mother-in-law's feet. But Luna Jocelyn pushed me away. "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" The two guards behind me quickly grabbed my arms and pulled me away from my mother-in-law. Then, they forcibly dragged me to the isolation cell, not caring about my cries or pleas not to be put there.

Dramon was actually openly opposing the Malian navy in international waters just to save his ex-wife's family. However, at this point, there was no way out. Even if she let Crystal and Dante go, Sebastian would never let her leave the place alive. The situation was grim. Just then, a red-haired man in a long, black robe leaped down from the second-floor balcony. As he landed, the entire surface of the island shook slightly. A huge hexagram, which symbolized Saydan, immediately enveloped the entire island. As it descended, the Malian navy soldiers on the island seemed to regain their confidence. Their expressions also relaxed slightly.

“He’s crashing! Get blood ready. Prep for exploratory surgery. Page anesthesiology, page everyone!” The gurney disappeared into the elevator in a storm of white coats. The metal doors clamped shut, leaving the corridor with silence, except for Isla. Her knees buckled against the wall the moment they were gone. “No…” her whisper came broken, torn from somewhere deep inside. Her hands shook uncontrollably as she pressed them to her face, hot tears burning through her palms. Her mind was a whirlpool. Images of Imani’s little voice, the strange “doctor,” Damien’s chest rising faintly just hours before… all tangled into a suffocating knot.

But the victory felt like ashes in her mouth. When she was finally allowed to see him, the reality of Thorne's words truly set in. Dante was in an intensive care pod, isolated behind thick glass. He was submerged in a pale blue, oxygenated regenerative fluid, a dozen bio-synthetic shunts drilled directly into his skull to monitor and stabilize his brainwaves. He didn't look like a survivor; he looked like a casualty of war preserved in amber.

"I am Lady Genevieve Vane, First Archon of the Sovereign Network." Isabella stepped out from behind Nathan’s shoulder, her posture regal and unyielding, her hand resting firmly against Nathan’s broad chest to feel the steady, powerful rhythm of his heartbeat. "You're thirty seconds away from having your drone shot out of the sky, Lady Vane," Isabella stated smoothly, her voice cutting through the quiet lab like polished steel. "Say what you came to say."

"If the Crowne Dominion Tower tracks this signature, it's our collective execution." By the time the high-intensity surgical lights activated over the isolation unit, I was pacing the linoleum corridor like a caged predator, my claws leaving invisible gouges in the plastic benching. The digital clock on the wall ticked down past the designated extraction hour, each second draining the remaining heat from my fractured mating bond. "The gate is closed, Lyra," a sharp, venomous voice laughed from the end of the sterile hall.

Everyone in the living room turned to look. Damon strode in, flanked by more than a dozen men who quickly surrounded Drake and his group. Drake's face darkened, while Tom's eyes lit up with relief. "Mr. Sumner!" he called out. He knew it—trusting Damon had been the right decision. He and Valarie were saved! Damon didn't acknowledge him or respond. Instead, he walked straight over and sat down across from Drake. "Mr. Mummery, this is Saintornia, not Meristate. You don't get to act out here," Damon said, his tone cold and sharp.

Each flicker on the screen made her heart thump faster. Down the hall, Mason lay under tight medical watch, still recovering from the recent attack. The memory of the bruises on his body kept flashing through her mind like a living nightmare. Damon had secluded himself in the library, the only room without cameras. Even Garrick hadn’t been allowed inside. He’d dismissed the entire security team for the night, relying solely on two hand-picked guards at the penthouse door. Isolation was creeping in, not just from the outside world but from within their own walls.

Harper frowned, pinching her nose. "Gods... it smells like something died in here," Liam choked out, his voice trembling. Dominic's face went white, but he forced himself to walk toward the isolation room. "Marina!" he yelled. "That's enough! The show is over!" No response. Only dead silence. He pushed open the door to the isolation room. A thick, white fog billowed out. In the dim light, a crumpled figure lay on the floor. Motionless. It was my body.

“I can do whatever I want. Luna is beautiful, innocent, and was a virgin at the time. Money wasn’t an issue. So don’t judge me. You should be more concerned about your fiancé falling for Luna. Let’s get to the point: do you want to work with me to separate Draco and Luna?” Mireya’s breath quickened as Danny spoke. Her anger flared, remembering how Draco had defended Luna. She could barely control her emotions. “Fine, I’ll join your plan. Now tell me, what do you want me to do?” Mireya asked impatiently. Danny grinned as Mireya agreed. “I’ll let you know what to do soon, Mireya. My plan is simple. You’ll have no trouble carrying it out.” *** Draco watched Luna, who looked pale and refused to