Lissa Dragomir Novels & Stories

Madchen was shaking in Drago’s arms, not out of fear though, no she was sick of Jason’s sneaky lies. “Madchen,” Drago pulled her closer, if that was possible, “Breathe, beautiful, just wait, let me handle this, I promised you…” “Ok,” she went still in his arms, he had promised her, so should give him a chance. “I bet she’s fucked every Andrei in here,” Jason went on spewing his lies, “She’s their pet after all,” “She only saves that honour for me,” Drago spoke, his voice calm, but with a very very dangerous heir. “She is mine, mine alone, and I dare anyone to touch her, especially if she doesn’t want it,”

She shot up to her feet, slamming her hands on the table which brought about a warning look from the librarian, “Do you know what you just did?!!!” “I told a loser athlete o— “No!!” She cried out, “That’s no loser athlete. That’s the Ice dragon!!” I couldn’t help but blink with bemusement, “The what now??” She started to sweat, pacing back and forth with a hand on her chest, almost like she was on the brink of a panic attack, “I…I..I can’t believe you just— “Just say it MJ” She breathed heavily, “That’s the ice dragon, otherwise known as Jace Carter!”

I’n guessing she is changing her screen saver. “Come on here, we gotta take pictures too.” Sapphire said, and pulled me. Sean looked at us and brought her mobile up to click a few pictures. “The lady should be shown behind.” She meant, the Statue of Liberty. “What about me?” Brett asked, as he walked over to us. “Come on. We’ll take a picture of you and Chloe.” Sapphire said and moved away from and pulled Brett to stand beside me. She winked at me and I shook my head with a smile. She’s hell bent on getting us together.

Until she remembered. Her eyes locked on Lyra’s body. It lay barely three feet away, crumpled and wrong. The veil she had worn was torn away, revealing the pale, shocked stillness of her face. Her mouth was open, as though caught mid-word, and her eyes were wide, lifeless, staring up at branches she would never see again. Her dress was soaked through with a spreading bloom of crimson. Lissa gasped. "Wh... what happened?" Her voice cracked. She jerked backward, scrambling on her hands and knees as if trying to escape the memory already anchoring itself inside her. She nearly retched, slapping a trembling hand over her mouth as the coppery scent of blood overwhelmed her.

I remained in place, casually leaning against my door, and seeing that she wasn't going to elicit any kind of reaction from me the old, pouty woman stormed off mumbling reproofs all the way down the hall. I let out a sigh and pushed my way into my room. It wasn't the first, and certainly wouldn't be the last, time I'd heard someone compare me to Lissa. Understandably so. She was the epitome of a Dragomir Princess. Her signature pale blonde hair and striking jade green eyes pinned her as Dragomir blood, but she also held her own unprecedented beauty that drew you in like a warm spring day. However, it wasn't just her beauty that made her remarkable, she was also graceful, polite, and above al

Lissa: “ So why did you want to exhort Gizella and it's not Cristiano! Yes, because that would be normal! Urge Cristiano to make Igor leave! Betina said nothing. Lissa looked at her: “ Because deep down you don't want Cristiano back! You want Igor! Betina: “ I like this Crsitiano! Lissa: “ That's Igor! He would even be able to kill for her! Betina said nothing. “ You are nothing more than a selfish person! “ Said Lissa, leaving. Embarrassed Betina said nothing. The reality is that she didn't love Cristiano. It was about wanting everything for herself and nothing more. She was used to being loved and not loving people. Lissa went to her room. WHEN entering the room he faced Alexandra. “You no

This sudden change pleasantly surprised me as I walked towards the couch and sat on it, Ares howled excitedly. “I only allowed to fuck you these women for release. But our Erasthai is the only one who deserves our love and affection. You can see why God Dragor has blessed us with Little Swan.” Although I hadn’t seen Lizette naked, I could guess her figure beneath her carefully worn clothes. She always covered her blossom with a jacket or scarf, proving the point Liana told me about her strong beliefs in the mate-bond.

Lissa straightened her posture and regally replied, "We're Vasilisa Dragomir and Rosemarie Mazur, and we would like to speak with Christian Ozera. Is he here?" "Yes. Please wait here, while I inform him of your presence." The steward turned on his heel and disappeared into the manor, leaving my stepsister and me to our treacherous thoughts. All the fears about Christian's fury came tumbling back and for a moment, I pondered sprinting to the carriage and returning to Mazur Manor with Lissa. However, the lie would never end, if we took that route, and I didn't want to deceive anymore. I couldn't.

The three men went inside and Luis requested a private office in the station for which he was given one. "Here, before I say anything. Take a look at this?" Luis said and handed a file to Derrick. Derrick took the file looking at Marcus and then back at Luis. He opened it and gasped at the image of the person he saw. "Mum?" he lifted his gaze to look at Luis. "This is Mrs Mingle. What happened?" he asked. "Have you heard of a group called the black dragon?" Luis asked looking at Derrick. "I heard about them once when I was a child. What about them? Wait they killed my mum?" Derrick asked with traces of hurt and anger in his voice.

“Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’re protecting her. Again.” Damon didn’t answer. Lysandra let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You’re pathetic.” She turned her gaze back to me, eyes full of disdain. “Enjoy your little victory while it lasts, Omega.” With that, she turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving nothing but icy silence in her wake. I let out a slow breath, willing my hands to stop shaking. Damon didn’t move for a long moment. Then, finally, he looked at me.