Not With A Bang Dramione Novels & Stories

She answered none. Damon woke to the sound of his name on television. His sister sat beside the bed, trying to mute the channel. “Don’t,” he said. “Let it play.” She hesitated. He watched the scrolling banner, jaw tightening. “They think I’m finished,” he said quietly. She didn’t answer. “Tell them I’ll call,” he added. The doctor entered before she could move.

Fuck! This is the last thing we need. This is NOT how things are supposed to go; it was not in Cynthia's plan. The room cascades into angry whispers as Damon and Elle dance around the floor, confirming the rumors of Elle being a born Luna. Or that Damon is planning on taking her as his chosen before she has the "chance" to find her true mate. Either way, it's not fucking good and complicates things more than needed.

So powerful, with gigantic black wings, surrounded by fire, ruling over the kingdom of Minotaurs. I take Damon and go back to the castle. Dracono tries to stop me so I can tell him what I have just seen. I do not say anything to him until Damon is back in his crib. I slowly close the door to the baby's room and head toward Dracono and slap his face very hard. He gets really mad and tries to hit me with his fist, but I catch it and squeeze it so hard that I almost break his hand. "Don't you ever dare to try and hit me again!" I say to Dracono very mad.

"Yeah, the extra gigs have low entry barriers, and Misoup doesn't have any tasks right now, so she came along to be an extra." "She said she wanted to document any unusual behavior from you before coming..." Diana flipped through the new entries Mitbahl had added to her record—touching Tony's hand. Diana: ... She swiftly tore that page out. Mitbahl: "Madam?" "Tony's my brother's boyfriend. Are you deliberately causing trouble?" Diana tossed the notebook to him, asking, "So, what exactly are you guys doing as extras?" Just as Mitbahl was about to reply, a shadow loomed overhead.

I half yelled making my way towards him to land a slap to that mischievous smirk on his face. "What are you going to do about that?" That voice. "Fiona!" She walked into the dinning room in a bum short, under boob crop top and an high heeled stiletto like a two dollar bill prostitute. Her blonde hair was rolled up in curls as she wore heavy makeup and a cigarette on her red smudged lips. "Yes Fiona in the flesh! You have to forgive him and let things go. He's sorry." "Stay away from my business! You're a pimp, a disgrace to the family. I'm ashamed of myself for letting you talk me into my biggest regrets!" I seethed and slammed the dishes on the table as they splattered on the white tile lea

Damon is obviously the best character in the show. “Well, damn it, that does sound fun,” May pouts. Fiona chuckles, shaking her head. “Go be young and have fun. You can be old and boring the rest of the time.” She winks before she and Mum disappear. We’re left in the kitchen with another bottle of tequila while we wait for Ryan, who, somehow, takes longer to get ready than we do. “What is he doing? Straightening his hair or painting his nails?” I snap.

Panic hit fast—they ripped off the clothes and jewelry in a frenzy. "She's gone," one muttered. "We figured... why waste it?" Moye stroked the ring, slow. She leaned into Bruce, lips in a pout. "I'm carrying a pup. Let me keep the ring... please?" Bruce's pupils shrank. His face iced over. Gasps echoed. The other side-chicks froze, staring at Moye like she'd just sealed her fate. She didn't get it. She thought this was her win. A pup should've been power.

Dishes rattled. I saw Damon glance over from where he stood speaking quietly with his own stern-faced Beta. His eyes rested on Torvin, then flicked to me, struggling to regain my balance, my cheeks flushed crimson. A muscle feathered in Damon's jaw. For a bizarre, suspended moment, I thought he might speak, might reprimand Torvin. He didn't. His gaze returned to his Beta, dismissing the incident, dismissing me, as beneath his concern. He continued his conversation as if nothing had happened.

knock it off Luna: susie stop replying and Toby STOP IT Toby: *typing more* Luna: STOP this is why imma block YOUU Toby: *blocks luna* Luna: BLOCKS TOBY BACK fucking bITch

~Lyra~ Well, folks, you are not going to believe this, but apparently my life has officially turned into a messed-up daytime drama, and guess what? I’m the main character who did not get the script. One second Damon is shutting Tasha down like he’s some terrifying but ridiculously hot courtroom judge handing out a life sentence, and the next second the front door swings open and—oh my God, you are not even ready for this—out comes Damon’s twin brother.