Exit Dramione Novels & Stories

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.

[SOMEWHERE IN ROME] A young woman sat naked at the edge of a dimly lit room, the dull glow of a flickering lamp casting shadows across her skin. She took a slow drag from her cigarette, eyes fixed on the glowing screen in front of her. Smoke curled from her lips as she scrolled through the endless news updates, her expression unreadable. Her lips twisted into a bitter smirk as another headline flashed across the screen—Damon’s Affair Exposed. Engagement call-off confirmed.

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

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.

The cascade froze mid‑execution, contracts hanging half‑transferred, legal ownership suspended. Somewhere across the Alps, Evelyn Hartman had just turned confession into weapon. Closing Scene - Geneva Rooftop Rain blurred the city lights into watercolour. Evelyn stepped beside Damien, breath visible in the cold night. “Will it hold?” he asked. “For now,” she said. “But this only buys us time. Reed won’t stop, she’ll rebuild.” Damien studied her profile. “And Drayke?” “We let him believe his ghosts are winning. Then we make them testify against him.”

“To what do we owe the—” “I’ve come to reclaim what’s mine”, Damon interrupted, his voice cutting like glass. Gasps rippled around the room. Celeste tilted her head. “You were voted out, Damon. The shareholders made their choice. What’s left to reclaim?” Juliette stepped forward. “The truth”. Damon tossed the folder onto the table. Ryder clicked the screen behind them. Financial records. Offshore transfers. Confidential emails. Embryo manipulation contracts from Zurich. All of it displayed in brutal succession.

Adam POV I said, "I would love nothing more. I want my pack to survive". Damien opened the cell door and Dina said, "Adam! My Alpha! You can't leave me in here. You need me. I'm your Luna!" Damien said, "Did you know she was letting King Orfeo feed from her?" I said, "I wouldn't doubt it. Dina, I don't need you. You never were my Luna. You were there because my dad wanted you to be. I, Alpha Adam Dumas, reject you, Dina Rosen, as my mate and Luna." I felt absolutely no pain as I walked out with Damien. Dina, however, either felt a lot of pain, or she was extremely pissed, because she was screaming when we left the dungeon.