روايات وقصص ضمن Exit Dramione

Hayley took the photo and looked at it. “What is this girl's name? Do you have any other information about this girl? I need additional information to find it," said Hayley. “Her name is Frey… Frey.” I repeated the name, Frey. I would like to mention Frey's full name. However, I had a feeling they would find Frey a vampire if I mentioned Drucilla's name here. “She left the town of Linnea around three in the morning,” I added.

Draco had to look away immediately because he could no longer stand the stare. “I don't understand what you're saying.” Draco said to Alpha Damien trying his best to deny whatever Alpha Damien was about to direct him. Alpha Damien stared at him for a while then he smiled. “I was outside today and saw a lot you never reported to me.” Draco was shaking when he heard what Alpha Damien said but he was struggling not to let it show that he was shaking about what Alpha Damien was talking about. “I-i am…”

"How did you get the silver, Michaels?" Michaels whipped around, his heart jumping into his throat as Evren Blackmoor stepped out from the shadows of the sleeping alcove. Evren’s posture was rigid, his jaw clenched, and his blue eyes were completely hollow with bitterness. "What are you talking about?" Michaels asked, his voice tight as he tried to project an aura of calm omega submission. "The fifty thousand silver coins," Evren sneered, stepping closer until Michaels could smell the sour scent of stale ale and old sweat on him. "Draxen called me from the outer borders. He said the Grimclaw debt is wiped clean."

“Doesn't matter, shoot them!” A warrior materialized from nowhere and shot darts at us. “Don't forget who you are, Luna Averie.” I pulled the dart out of my shoulders and flung it at the ground. My eyes started to droop. I looked at Dramon, he was shot with a larger dart and had fallen unconscious. “You'll be asleep soon my darling.” My eyes have become so blurry, I can barely keep my eyes open. In seconds I had drifted into oblivion.

A blanket hangs over the back of it. Cheap blue fleece. The kind you buy at an airport when a flight gets delayed and the air conditioning is vicious. Human, again. Practical. Worse than chrome. My stomach drops. Damian sees it. His thumb presses once against the burned line in my palm. “Elena,” he says, low. I hate that he says my name like he knows where I went. The Director gestures toward the chair. “No harvest tonight. No surgery. No forced demonstration. You are past those stages.”

Chapter 11 Elena stared at the screen, the words blurring. Board minutes. Greenlit demolition. Her name circled in red like a target. She looked up at Damien. “You son of a bitch.” He reached for the phone. She jerked it back, stepping away from both him and Theo. “Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare.” “Elena, wait—” Damien’s voice was low, urgent. “That’s not—”

I read through Paul Jameson’s file and clicked proceed. The assignment information sheet opened up and I checked the requirements. He had to be terminated within two weeks of acceptance and the payment was four hundred thousand dollars. I looked at the attached photos and clicked on accept. The screen went black as the file erased itself.

Refused to even look his way. "You won't win everyone. Some wounds don't heal." Dax poked the fire. "But you're winning enough. That's what matters." "Feels like too little too late." "Three more weeks and you're done. Exile over. Home with your mate and baby." Dax smiled. "That's motivation." Jasmina's letter arrived the next day. Messenger found Damoew hunting. He read it sitting on a rock. Her handwriting. Her words. Her voice on paper.

Clary, I've just received a text from Jasmine, Damon is okay. He's devastated but he hasn't been harmed. He says he loves you and is so sorry he couldn't come home. We will be leaving early in the morning, Jasmine's fairy will have To work overtime to get us all there. Just hang in there, see you soon, Moni

Daria grabbed my hand and squeezed. “I am just so scared. I’m tired of pretending to be strong. I miss my husband every day, and I keep wondering how I can go on without him. I loved him more than anything. But I need to be there for Ronin. He needs to take his rightful place and take his mate. Only then can I step down and properly mourn for Damon.” I wrapped her in a hug and let her cry it out. Hiding her emotions from the rest, Tammy comes over and sits next to her as well and wraps her own arms around her.