Nothing Good Happens After 2am Dramione の小説・ストーリー

“Dada. Are Ivy and Isla gonna get taked again?” _Thump._ Adrian looked at me. Over Alex’s head. 76 BPM. “No,” Adrian said. Arm around both of them. “Never again. Dada promises.” “3 AM means always,” Alex said. Yawning. “Even 6 AM?” “Even 6 AM,” I said. Kissing his hair. Kissing Adrian’s shoulder. Over Alex. “Especially 6 AM.” _Silence. 6:19 AM._ _No cages. No monsters. Just us. Still._

One th⁠ousand‍, four hundred and sixty-four hours of not sleeping,⁠ barely eat‍ing, co‍nstantly⁠ wor​r​ying. I’m a f‍ucki‍ng disaster. It’s 2 AM. I’m s‍i⁠tting on th‌e nu⁠rsery floor​. Cry​ing⁠. Ayana’s crying. Amon’s somew​here​ trying to heat a bot‍tle. ⁠She won’‌t st​op. W⁠on’t ea‍t. Won’t sle‌ep.‍ Just scr⁠eam​s an⁠d sc‍reams and scre‌ams.

“No, no, no, Missy! You can not drink on an empty stomach. Let’s eat before my amazing cooking gets cold.” After dinner, Ella stayed for a while and watched a rom-com that was played on the television. Recalling that tomorrow was Monday and she would need to work, she went back to her own flat at around eleven. Damon kept telling her that things would be okay but she was not sure and at the moment, she was simply too tired of giving it a hard thought.

I tried calling Bryan but he doesn't pick my calls or reply my texts. He must be tired and sleeping. I smiled as the thought of Bryan being mine filled my head. You're mine Bryan. If I can't have you, am afraid no one else will. Amanda's pov: I was done with half of the questions. Like ten pages to go. I looked at the clock. It's 1am. I feel so tired, weak and sleepy but am quite thirsty. I left the room going to the kitchen. I drank half a glass and left the kitchen.

With that I fell into a deep slumber. I woke up with a pain in my neck,it wasn't easy sleeping on the bare floor. Also it seemed I had caught a cold, I sneezed and my eyes watered. I checked the time on my Watch..it was one of my most prized possession, it was given to me by Christine as a birthday gift. It was 6:30 AM. I quickly arranged myself, I was hungry as hell,but there was no way I could get anything to eat. The restaurant usually opens by 7:30AM, it would be a very long time but I have no choice.

Amanda tried to smile, but only a blank stare with a hollow smile stared back at her. "It's tight, it hurts, it hurts," Amanda sobbed as she squatted down. The girl let the long silver strands cover her tiny body. She cried silently in the cold bathroom. It was near noon when Illarion awoke. He never woke up when the sun was at its peak. Illarion's head was dizzy. 'Why am I drunk? What happened?' "Are you awake, sir?" Amanda White's smile greeted him when he woke up, causing Illarion Black to form a cute curve on his face too.

Just when I thought they were done with the fourth round of what they were doing then came another with the scream louder the last, Damon must have a lot of stamina which reminds me of my hundred dollar one night stand. I could no longer take the noise at the sixth round since it was now 3 am and I haven't had a single shut eye. It was because of this that I forced myself out of bed and the same reason I am banging on Damon's door like a mad woman. When the door opened, Damon stood still at the door, he wasn't naked......not like he would've opened the door naked. Infact he was fully clothed in his nightwear, he looked like he had just woken up from sleep.

she said wiping her hands on her jeans. “For what?” He asked confused. “All this,” she waved her hands around. “All this drama. All my problems, I promise I will figure something out and it won’t affect my work schedule.” “I already said don’t worry about it,” Daemon said watching her closely. “Now it’s already three in the morning, go get your stuff together so we can get the both of you fed and into bed. It’s super late and I’m sure the both of you are tired.” “Yes Sir,” she said automatically and headed to her room missing the smirk on all three of the men’s faces and glints in their eyes.

The aftershocks of severing the bond were still lingering, leaving me more exhausted than I had ever been. My eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off. I don't know how much time had passed, but I felt the car come to a stop. I opened my eyes and saw we had arrived at the entrance of the Silver Moon Packhouse. Damon was still in the driver's seat, quietly looking out at the night. I glanced at the time. It was three in the morning. "Why didn't you wake me?" "You were sleeping soundly. I didn't want to disturb you," he said, his gaze meeting mine. "Feeling any better?"

Aria’s POV The fluorescent lights of the 24-hour Super-Mart hummed with a depressing, low-frequency buzz that matched the state of my nerves. It was 11:14 PM. Damon was still "at the office"—though after my trip to 5th Avenue, I knew that was a flexible term—and the twins had finally succumbed to a bout of teething-induced exhaustion. I was standing in Aisle 4, staring at a box of Glitter-Puffs.