Not With A Bang Dramione Novels & Stories

The air in the basement room was foul, the stench of rust, mold, and a nauseatingly sweet odor mixing and mingling in the air. "No… That's impossible!" Reina screamed, grabbing the bars with an even harder grip. She didn't even realize it when her nails cracked. "I'm innocent! That bitch Ana was lying! She was jealous of me! Sirena, you can't listen to that crazy woman!" I stood outside the cage with a thick, black cashmere coat draped around my shoulders. Don had purposely had someone deliver it to me to ward off the cold in the basement.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Beta Duncan stood there, soaked from head to toe from the storm raging outside. He barely had time to open his mouth when Black grabbed him by the throat and lifted him, showing those monstrous fangs right in front of his eyes. "I want a reason, Duncan!" "Beta Duncan?" asked Bianca's voice. Both men gasped as they noticed Bianca's presence. She had quickly pulled her dress over her shoulders and was tying the knot on the side as she walked toward them. A big smile came over the Beta's face as he noticed the red and purple hickeys on her neck and at the birth of her chest. Then came the realization and despair. He had interrupted them, and their Luna was still unmarked.

"I'm burned out from Brittany's shit." "My what now?" Brit asks. "You're shit. I'm done with your drama. I'm leaving. Call me when you decide I'm important to you." "You're a real bitch when you're on your period," Brit says. "Yes, I know. So are you? Bye Brit."

Doflamingo knelt down immediately but Dora remain standing. Seeing this, Bellamy frowned and hissed What’s going on? Today was a big day for the Donquite family. How could this woman not know how to behave. Dora bit her lips and did not move and Doflamingo immediately grew angry. However, he suppressed his anger and tried persuading her.

Dynamite by BTS. "Gurl isn't this your jam," Rene yells. "It sure is!" I yell back and Rene takes my hand. "You better dance to Tye!" Rene yells at Tyrone. "He better! I better not catch you being idle!" Tye is still smiling. Yes! That's what I love, him smiling. I'm on the dancefloor dancing with my mom, cousin, and friends. It's like all my problems have disappeared completely. TYRONE

It put me on the spot, but I also knew that after what he had done for me so far, I would help him regardless. Out of everyone in the house, he was the only one that I felt comfortable talking to. "We can play a game or watch a movie." Bri's voice was soft and quiet, even with her excitement showing. She had long light brown hair that was naturally curly. Her eyes were a beautiful warm brown, but her cheekbones stuck out sharply, and she was skinnier than a kid her age should be.

Daphne The air in the office was colder than I expected. Not just from the hum of the air conditioner, but from the weight of the man standing behind the desk. Zachary Moreau. He hadn’t changed much. Maybe a little older, his jaw a bit sharper, his confidence even more defined. He wore a charcoal suit that probably cost more than my entire month’s rent, and yet it wasn’t the clothes that made him intimidating. It was the stillness. The kind that said he was used to being in control of everything around him.

“The moment I walked in, I felt it. I caught your scent. It led me to you…” But he cut her off with a sharp and dismissive look. “No,” he said. “You’re not. What kind of trick are you trying to pull?” “I’m not playing any trick!” she nearly snapped, her voice rising with hurt. “Why are you denying it? Is it because I’m from Moonstone?” His eyes narrowed. Then he said with finality, “Moonstone or Clawstone, it makes no difference. You are not my mate.” She stared at him, her heart crumbling into a million pieces.

Chapter 11 Elena stared at the screen, the words blurring. Board minutes. Greenlit demolition. Her name circled in red like a target. She looked up at Damien. “You son of a bitch.” He reached for the phone. She jerked it back, stepping away from both him and Theo. “Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare.” “Elena, wait—” Damien’s voice was low, urgent. “That’s not—”