Falling Dark Dramione Novels & Stories

When the waiter brought it, he downed it in one gulp. After the drink, he was surprised to see a girl he recognized but couldn’t remember her name, though he knew he knew her. She was sitting alone, watching the dancers. He grabbed his coat and left the bar. Since it was his first time drinking, he felt dizzy and in pain, struggling to walk. He decided to call Leo to come to get him but realized he had left his phone at the table.

“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.

Their footsteps trailed off. I lay there, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as the pain grew and my sanity started to crumble. I wanted to scream, to beg him for the drugs, to go back to that stupid, numb peace I once knew. However, I could not. The door swung open. Francis walked in, the small silver bottle glinting in his hand. He looked worn out: dark circles under his eyes and a rough stubble on his chin. He sat down beside me, watching as I writhed in agony.

" The lady said looking towards the smiling face of Ryan in the news and sipped her black coffee leisurely. Damon looked towards the lady and rolled his eyes in annoyance. "This bitch, will be not going to do anything. I need to do something otherwise that Ryan will surely win, one day," he thought and walked out of the room. "Ryan it was the last happy days of your life. Be happy and healthy, after these days you will never be at ease. I will even never let you sleep peacefully after that. You snatched my everything now it's your turn to give up on your everything. You are the reason for your own destruction Ryan. Count your happy days!"

CHAPTER 193 – THE FALL I didn’t feel the floor disappear. One moment Damon’s hand was reaching for me, the next my body dropped straight through the opening like the chamber had swallowed me whole. Air rushed past my ears. I tried to scream but nothing came out. My arms flailed until they found nothing to grab. My chest burned from the force of the fall. My name echoed above me. “Ella” Damon’s voice. I twisted upward but all I saw was a shrinking circle of blue light high above. His silhouette leaned over the edge. His arm stretched down like he could pull me out of the air.

The aftermath of shock, but Lara would sooner have been boiled alive than cry in front of him. “If you were hanging off the edge of a cliff, I’d stand on your fingers,” she told him jerkily. She heard paper tearing. A bottle of ‘Blonde Passion’ landed beside her. “The name caught my eye,” he raked down at her, “and the stupid salesgirl sprayed some of it around me. That was yesterday and I still can’t get rid of it!” A long silence stretched. Her teeth bit into the hand she had wedged against her mouth but she couldn’t stop the faint tremors still racking through her.

Sure enough, it was gone. The image of him smiling at the clerk came to mind, along with the warm compliments about what a loving couple we were. That scene kept replaying in my head. I stood there in a daze, the bitterness in my chest slowly settling. I quietly told myself that maybe this was all just a one-sided crush on Serena's end. After dinner, Lucas suddenly set down his fork and said, "I have to work late tonight at the observatory. I need to observe a star that's quite rare."

(Pauses, then carefully examines the girl's neck) Please present your neck for inspection. Villagers were whispering and speculating among themselves, "Do you see any marks?" "What if they find the lightning bolt?" "The Zura could be among them." The High Council member moved to the next girl, ‘Your cooperation is crucial to our realm's future. (Gently inspects the girl's neck) Please hold steady.’

Damon said again in a casual tone. I let out a long breath. It was so tiring dealing with Damon. He could always get back at me in his own way. I would look stupid if I continued to respond to him because he would always be able to reply. Suddenly, I felt a little dizzy. I picked up my glass, which still had orange juice left, and when I was about to lift it, my hand suddenly seemed to go numb, and the glass I held fell on the floor. "Mistress!"

I muttered darkly. “Secretary?!” Notebook Girl nearly choked. “That’s illegal. He looks like a model.” Faint Girl fanned herself. “He’s… he’s…” “I think I’m in love,” Phone Girl whispered. I closed my eyes. Already fed up of their shenanigans. Damon gave a mock bow. “Damon, at your service. Though usually, I’m too busy making sure Mr. Bristo here doesn’t collapse under the weight of his brilliance.” The girls continued with their dramatic swooning. There was no other word I could use to describe their fantasies.