Mutually Beneficial Dramione Novels & Stories

But there was something about it, the warmth didn't quite reach her eye. “Aw, thank you, but you don't have to.” She raised her glass and clinked it with Draco’s and the witch's before they downed its content. “You're my dear sister and the princess of this pack. You deserve it, and I won't take no for an answer,” he insisted. They both seemed to have a cordial relationship, which had me wondering if she was in on any of Draco’s illicit practices. But if she’d been away for years, they wouldn’t have been in close contact.

"That is what partnership means. Mutual exploitation for mutual benefit. I use your power and status. You use my resources and protection. We both gain more together than we would separately." I looked at my grandmother. "What do you think?" "I think," she said carefully, "that strategic marriage has protected Silvermoon women before. Has given us space to grow strong under the shield of powerful mates. It is not ideal. But few things in life are ideal." I turned back to Dante. "And when I am strong enough to stand alone? When I no longer need your protection?" "Then we renegotiate. Or separate peacefully with agreed terms." He said it simply. "I am not asking for forever, Elena. I am asking

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.

They could only give all the credit to the lady boss for making them see such a side to the king of the underworld. Their boss seemed like a human now, compared to the emotionless robot he used to be. Before the lady boss came into the picture, facing Draco was like facing death; he was always cranky and unpredictable. He could crush people and companies under his feet as if they were ants. As Peter looked at the scene before him, he couldn't help feeling like something was about to go wrong. Everything had been so peaceful lately that it felt like the calm before the storm since Draco gave him the task this morning. Peter could only hope the lady boss was sincere and not lying to the boss.

this was always a surprising thing for Jasmine as from her cousin sister and other women form Tallis kingdom she had heard that sex can lead to be tired in end however it was entirely opposite in her situation, Jasmine not just felt more energetic after having sex with Draco bust she even felt many physical improvement in her appearance… she seemed to have grown more beautiful than before also her strength had increased tremendously… Once they were done Jasmine and Draco both put on their clothes by that time it was almost time for their night meal, realizing this jasmine turned to Draco and said “I’ll go and start preparing our night meal!” “What are you making….?” Draco questioned Jasmine

“Oh, please. Moretti doing a victory dance? I swear, I’d pay to see you do that in front of your men.” “Not happening,” Damien said immediately. But Draco just looked up at him, his big brown eyes impossibly earnest. “Please?” The word slipped through every wall he’d ever built. Elena’s breath caught again. She saw the hesitation in Damien’s face—the tug-of-war between instinct and something softer. And then, slowly, he stood. “Alright,” he muttered, resigned. “But only once.” Draco squealed and began jumping in a circle. Damien followed, awkward at first, his movements stiff and mechanical. But when Draco tripped mid-spin and Damien caught him, the man actually laughed—loudly, freely.

“I won’t warn you again, Draco…Call them off!” “They’re hungry,” Draco said simply. “And they smell a wounded wolf on the brink of death.” His eyes glanced lazily at Jason. “ Didn’t he betray you once? How poetic that you're still trying to protect him.” Damon growled at Draco again. “Enough of this madness, Draco.” “No,” Draco said calmly, almost pleasantly. “Enough was years ago. You used up every warning I had the day you threw me out like some broken mutt.” His arms spread again. “Now the roles have changed.”

"Why would you? You've worked hard these past few days. After you eat, I'll bring you out for some fun. We're going to be partners from now on." Phineas' expression was earnest. He didn't seem suspicious at all. But on second thought, if they really wanted to kill him, they could have done it directly. Why would they go through all the trouble? Realizing this, Draco accepted the tray and grabbed a chicken drumstick. He hungrily devoured the meal. Phineas stood quietly by his side and watched as Draco cleared his plate. His smile grew even brighter. Draco wiped his mouth. "I'm full now. Can I get some rest?"

The air was thick with the promise of violence. At the end of the corridor, a door swung open, revealing two figures standing side by side. Bruce, his clothes ragged but his expression resolute, stood tall. His eyes locked with Damien’s, and for a moment, there was nothing but understanding between them. The bond they shared in that instant was unspoken but undeniable. And beside Bruce—Aurora. She was barely standing, her skin pale, her body weak, but the moment her eyes met Damien’s, a light seemed to return to her face. Her lips trembled, but she smiled, the relief evident in her gaze.