Exit Dramione Novels & Stories

Without looking back, Damon walked away from the scene, leaving Kylie behind. As Damon stepped out of the house, he gradually disappeared from Kylie's sight. As he disappeared from her sight, tears began streaming down her face. Her heart ached for Damon, and she couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. Overwhelmed by sadness, she collapsed to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably capturing the attention of Sarah, who quickly rushed to her side to offer comfort and support.

A few steps away from the jacuzzi was a shelf that was newly stocked with drinks. “Seems I will be taking care of this place” Bryan muttered jokingly, forcing Tyler to laugh. “If not the distance, this is supposed to be your residential area” Tyler mumbled, talking to Damon. “Yeah! The building plan is outstanding. But just as you said, distance is the barrier!” Damon replied as he exited through the next door. “Well! We are heading back to Italy tonight. No one knows what Danciana has done to Amelia. But you should have it in mind that it's not gonna be funny”.

"ah!!!!!!!!!!" I couldn't care less about the pain coming from my calf, so I jumped up and tried to climb up, but there was no place to climb on the wall of the pit, and the only depression on it was the unreadable seal script, which seemed to become more clear after being stained with my blood. Probably too much blood loss accompanied by excessive shock, my brain began to confuse, and fell back heavily, desperately looking at the moon hanging in the night sky, cursing the son of a b***h who tricked me into coming here.

Damien jerked awake the moment the door creaked and he stood, widening his legs in a way that suggested he was ready for a fight against an enemy that wasn't present. Alas, it was Alex and Jasmine that stood by the threshold, smiling softly at him. Damien refused to let them see his red-rimmed eyes, facing the other end of the room where the window panes sat. His head throbbed and his nostrils felt congested. His vision blurred slightly and his chest felt like it had been crushed by the weight of thousands. Standing was an effort and it was all he could do to keep upright and not fall into the bed beside Ariel.

The second shattered the windshield of a delivery van. Another landed at the feet of the off-duty nurse. Its tiny body twitched once. Blood seeped from its eyes. She stared, unable to move. It was the same impossible shade. Almost black. As Manhattan descended into chaos, a single instruction appeared on a screen somewhere in the city. Find Dr. Naomi Sinclair.

"I just want her to know she has no right to make a scene. She can lose me at any time." And I, in the next room, kept calling his name until the last of my strength was gone. Then I finally closed my eyes. Several hours later, Julian walked out of the studio fully dressed. Two men approached him. They looked satisfied and excited, scrolling through an auction livestream on a phone. "Incredible. That figure has to be at least a D." "Ha, when the auction starts, I'm buying one no matter what." Julian accidentally glanced at the phone. He rushed over and grabbed the man's collar, eyes bloodshot.

Maybe the members could actually help me, with that i decided to d******d the platform and get into the group. Operation: Seduce Damian is ongoing.

The noise swelled again. Voices overlapping. Outrage dressed as diplomacy, curiosity sharpening into something predatory. Adrian drifted away from the center, already satisfied. He’d thrown the stone. Now he wanted to watch the ripples. We didn’t follow. We regrouped. Damon appeared at my right with a crystal tumbler already in hand, pressing it into my fingers like muscle memory. “Drink.” he murmured. “Slow.” The whiskey burned my throut. Grounding.

A low, guttural, primal cry that echoed through the WREC Room like the voice of every forgotten god rising from ash. Then she reached up— And clicked end stream. The chat exploded behind the screen. Comments. Tips. Submissions. The pack had returned. But Domica didn’t read a single one. She walked to the folding chair, collapsed into it with a satisfied groan, and exhaled for the first time in days. The man was still panting on the floor. He hadn’t broken. But he was close. She didn’t release him yet. That was her final reward—for her.

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."