Not With A Bang Dramione Novels & Stories

Her heartbeat was fast and the pain was strong yet again with the memories of him with other girls. "I was just talking to Raven," Roman replied, "Is that so, you two know each other?" Damien replied and Raven couldn't pick any emotion in his voice. She carried on chopping her ingredients. "Yeah, we met outside at night," Roman replied. "Are you done talking to her?" Damien asked. "Not quite but we can carry this on another time," Roman replied. Before he left Roman walked up to her, and Raven was caught off-guard, his scent was really good and he was way more handsome up close.

“Yes.” Diane bumped my shoulder gently. “Damian is not Ronan.” “I know,” I said weakly. Diane sat her cup down and placed her hands on my shoulders. “Then act like you know it. Release the past, even if you do it one step at a time. Tonight will be a good night.” Before I could answer, someone brushed too close behind me. My hand jolted, and the wine in my cup spilled down the front of my dress. “Sorry, Princess, I didn’t….” the omega stammered.

human. "She did do well," Damon agreed, stepping into my space and reaching down to unbutton his cufflinks. He tossed them onto the table with a clatter, a dark, wicked smirk spreading across his handsome face as he looked at his brothers. "Especially the part where she slammed her glass down and called us all heartless monsters in the alcove. I think my heart actually fluttered." "Oh, don't remind me," Theo groaned from the couch, dropping his head back again. "Her posture was terrible when she yelled at us, though. We need to work on her dramatic storming-off technique."

She wasn’t looking at the camera. But she was smiling. A quiet, half-shadowed smile. The kind you wear when you're about to do something that can’t be undone. On the back, in small block letters: > She’s not gone. And she’s not done. Damon stared at it for a long time. Then he set it on the bar. Poured a drink. Didn’t touch it. The silence in his penthouse wasn’t empty. It was expecting something. He took out his phone. Scrolled down to a number labeled only:

“What spell did you cast on my little brother, Vilma? He’s become subservient to you” I frown, “Zorien, get off, you’re heavy”. He ignores me, avenging what I did to him earlier and Vilma flushes briefly as she timidly glances at Damon who’s still shy to show us his red face. She mumbles, “It’s not like I did anything diabolic….”

I said, my heart beating so fast. “Just call me Tonny. Nice to meet you, Mia,” Tonny said, still holding onto my hands. I wanted to say something, but just at the same time, someone held my other hand. “Mia, you need to take your medicine,” he said. Turning to take a look, my gaze met Dave's. I was taken aback. “Medicine?“ I asked in shock. I wasn't on any medication, okay? But Dave did not seem bothered. “Uncle,” he said and nodded at Rodgers, before pulling my hands from Tonny's. “I am sorry I will have to take her from you all…”

The assistant was grinning from ear to ear, still unaware of what had transpired. However, Britny was on the brink of rage at this point. She snatched the bottle, opened its cap, and poured the ice-cold mineral water on top of the assistant’s head. Then she threw the empty bottle on the ground, lifted her foot, and stomped it with her high heel. ‘Oh, you are good, Mimi Norton! You’ve managed to make Elias Burnham so hopelessly devoted to you. Just you wait, I’m gonna make your life a living hell!’

Megan turned her back on her after speaking. “And if she doesn’t?” Yolanda asked in disbelief. Before Megan could respond, the door opened and the doctor walked in. “Leave Yolanda. I need to rest now.” Megan uttered, avoiding eye contact with her. Yolanda was hesitant at first, but then left without looking back. Megan fell weakly on the couch and looked at her doctor. “They aren’t severe wounds. This shouldn’t take time.” She mumbled. *** “You don’t have to be here, Prince Damon. I can cope alone.” Belinda assured Damon, who sat in front of her cell gate, staring at her.

Naturally, she was filled with anxiety and dread. "Get lost!" With a loud crash, Zayn hurled a liquor bottle at the door from inside the study. The sharp and piercing sound made Cassidy scream and turn to flee in panic.

"Come on, get in." She hesitated, uneasy with his familiar call, "Didn't we agree to drop that nickname?" "I suppose," he conceded, "what about 'Nuo Nuo' then?" Her brows furrowed at the suggestion. "That’s also not appropriate." "What's the matter?" Dima's curiosity piqued, "Does it remind you of someone?" Kartika fell silent, refusing to rise to the bait. With a soft sigh, she relented and stepped into the car.