My Sacrifice To Make Dramione Novels & Stories

How convenient. I turned to face the bewildered crowd and smiled. "Think about it, everyone. Today, he sacrificed me for Vivian. Tomorrow, it could be any of you. If he really wanted to help her, he should've put himself on the line instead of forcing someone else to take the fall." Under everyone's increasingly suspicious gazes, Lionel's face instantly flushed red. His eyes were bloodshot as he opened his mouth, still wanting to argue. But honestly, wasn't this all just about Vivian's so-called tragic family situation?

Merfoy said as his eyes were full of grief. “Who is Mhina?” asked Niffa. “Our mother and she is a green-eyed sorcerer like the flame you had. She sacrificed herself knowing that her father will die soon after he distributed the flames he had. She sacrificed because she doesn’t want her father to die first. The great light only happened once that day and I hope it will never happen again,” Merfoy said as the two looked at each other with confusion and despair on their faces. “She sacrifices and dies first? Will I do the same with Rico?” Niffa asks herself as she looks at him.

"This war, Rose. It destroyed so many lives. It killed so many and it was going to go on until there would have been nothing left! You and everyone one else are my children! I have to protect you all and I couldn't! Not from this! I tried to and even though you have no reason to believe that, I know I did. But I couldn't stop this war without sacrifices." I never saw her like this before. Raising her trebling voice, the stars in her eyes burning as she speaks. "Me and Damon were the sacrifices." "I don't know..." She admits, looking heartbroken. "I won't know until it's over." "The third... life?" I ask, trying to make sense of it all, but I realize something else. "You said that this was th

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I held my tongue, allowing her to believe she was winning this little game, just so I could get her to talk more. “And, I have to thank you, Selene,” she continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Without your son’s heart and your eyes... we could never be as happy as we do now. Do you know how badly your son suffered when he died? Swollen and lifeless by that lake. It was almost too much for me to watch. I even had nightmares. But now, at least, my daughter can have his heart. It was like another way of living for your son. You are welcome, by the way.”

But I couldn't bear the thought of Draco sacrificing himself on my behalf. "No, Draco!" I cried out, my voice laced with a desperate plea. "Don't do it! I won't let you be captured because of me!" An unwavering calm expression settled upon Draco's face as he met Armand's gaze. "If my surrender is what you seek, Armand," he spoke, "then I will willingly submit. Release Veronica, and I shall offer myself as your captive." My heart sank as Draco made the selfless decision to surrender himself, exchanging his freedom for mine.

The music for the awards gala had begun to play. I checked my reflection in the mirror, touched up my makeup, and turned to walk away on high heels. Staying here for just a second longer made me nauseous, and my good mood drained away with every passing second. "I don't care what's going on in your head, Evie, but it's not too late for you to regret this now that my party hasn't started yet!" Lionel was practically roaring after me with his burning glare locked on my back.

I had to get to her, I had to save her. Each step cost me. Each step was eternal. I knew, without a doubt, that I would come too late. I screamed from the frustration, since my legs were increasingly trembling, my vision began to darken and I was not able to take the steps that I was lacking to save Primrose’s life. Primrose. My friend, my only friend. The girl who was by my side for years. The girl I saw grow, fall in love, get lost to herself because of a sorcerer, and recompose and fight for what she believed.

Instead, she cherished the neighbor's daughter far more than she did me, her own flesh and blood. Just then, a terrifying thought formed in my mind. Would Mom really sacrifice me for an outsider? I refused to believe it and struggled, shouting, "What does that have to do with me? I'm your biological sister! How can you force me to donate my kidney?" But Jeremy just sneered coldly while staring at me. "You're not my real sister—Rhea is. You're nothing but a fake!" I was dumbfounded. I understood every word he said, but why couldn't I make sense of them when strung together in that sentence?

His head starter throbbing again and he knew he had to leave to take his pills. " Eldest miss, we'll meet again" Draco slipped a cheque on the table and Erada's eyes brightened as she saw the figure written on the cheque, even after insulting him he still donated this huge amount of money to the orphanage, it even surpassed the huge stack of cash that Zaqh had gifted. " Second master, I'm really grateful about the donation but I don't think our paths would ever cross" Erada said before walking away, if she hadn't made herself clear the other time then she had made herself clear this time around.