Nothing Good Happens After 2am Dramione Novels & Stories

His face darkened as he abruptly ended the video call. He glanced at the bottom right corner of his computer screen; it was already 2:30AM. “Why aren't you asleep yet?" Fiona shrugged. "Can't sleep." "And why are you here if you can't sleep?" "I thought I'd play on the computer." She had already scrolled through her social media, and there were no interesting shows to watch. Everything she clicked on was just mindless romance dramas with pretty boys and girls flirting without any real acting skills. It was utterly boring.

I hear Maxine whispering beside me. "Max gahd I'm really sleepy. My eyes just can't keep up with the lesson." I whisper back at her. "You stayed up all night? Dianna, you keep on doing these things. Look at your face, you're basically a panda or a racoon." "The drama was so good to watch, I had to stay up for it." "Then what time did you even sleep?" "5 am" "What the-" "Ehem" and that was our professor. Maxine reacted loudly that she was heard, nice going Max

Bella said, "I just hope nothing ruins it." ================================================================================================================= Later that day. Jamie suddenly woke up very hungry and thirsty. She could not remember the last time she had eaten something. She noticed that it was night time outside and looked at the clock. It was 3am. Jamie looked at her sleeping mate. It had been the best week of her existence. However, she knew it could not last forever. They both had responsibilities. "There is no point in worrying about that now," she thought.

Cohen would need more hours of sleep to recover his energy after their lovemaking last night. Her eyes darted to the clock on the wall. It showed 7 in the morning. She closed her eyes briefly, excluding herself from everything else and just focused on her mind once again. So far, still nothing. What happened to the monster now? It was too quiet for her own liking. Did she drink something wrong during the party? The silver should have worn out by now. Or her monster was lurking in the dark, waiting for the right moment to strike?

The next hour was spent building up a plan, we're leaving in the next two days. It was dark already, 9pm to be exact and I haven't seen Damon for six hours, I missed him. I tried sleeping but I couldn't, I stayed up not falling asleep, the time was ten now. I tossed and turned feeling uncomfortable and my mind was in a state of unease replaying today's incident.

“ Take it ! It’s very good . I drink it when I have a bad stomach . “ said Amra with a smile . “ ….How did you know I had a bad stomach ? “ said Alex confused . “ I know because I can see you rubbing your stomach , make a grumpy face which is not like you at all . It must have been because you took an energy drink . “ said Amra . “ How did you know I took an energy drink ? “ said Alex confused . “ Pffft ! If you wanna work at late at night to not be noticed then you should learn to type lighter . “ said Amra . “ You should be sleeping at night . Why were you awake ? “ asked Alex .

he chuckled. Camden, still naked, was lying over Clayton's lap as he rubbed her back. They sipped their drinks and were now watching some ocean life documentary. Camden yawned. "What's the time?" she asked. Clayton checked his phone. "Nearly 2 am." Camden looked surprised. "So late already? We'd better get to bed. Tomorrow is a big day."

Eventually I drifted off too. The phone woke me up. Damon’s work line was ringing on the nightstand...sharp and loud in the dark. He sat up fast, grabbing it. “Sterling.” I blinked at the clock. 2:47 a.m. My stomach dropped before he even said anything. “Yeah… when? Show me.” He swung his legs out of bed, already moving. “Pull the footage, I’m coming down.” “Damon?” I sat up, heart kicking hard. “What is it?”

Amy unconsciously relaxed beneath the blanket after he left. And for the first time that night— The room no longer felt freezing cold. Hours had passed… Then suddenly— “AH!” A sudden splash of cold water hit Amy’s face. She jerked awake violently from the couch, coughing as water dripped down her cheeks. Drake stood above her with an empty cup in his hand. “What is wrong with you?!” Amy snapped breathlessly. “It’s four in the morning.” His voice was flat. “Training starts now.” Amy stared at him in disbelief.

3rd Person POV In the underground basement of the Jones family mansion, Daniel was lying on a bed, unconscious, with bandages around his head. Mr. Jones walked through the door, looking at the sleeping man, and turned to his personal doctor. “It's been 3 days; why is he not awake?” he asked, with a hint of impatience.