Novel & Cerita One And Done Dramione

First there had been her revoltingly humiliating teenage crush on Roth and his rejection of her, then there had been the appalling danger she had put herself and her family in with her foolish involvement with Dane. She and Dane might never have been lovers but she had known, from the first, of his involvement in the drug scene and, as foolishly as she had tried to convince herself that Roth would fall in love with her, she had also tried to convince herself that Dane was simply a lost soul in need of protecting and saving. She had been wrong on both counts. Love was the last emotion Roth had ever felt for her. And as for Dane... Well, thankfully he was now safely out of her life.

Then, half my body crashed onto the mat, while the other half slammed onto the ground. As I watched the video, it felt as if the pain from that moment surged back all at once. The young woman writhing in agony on the floor reached out to her mother, who was her spotter, hoping for rescue. However, all she got was a retreating back. The phone slipped from Mom's hand and fell to the ground with a sharp crack. Her expression went completely blank. I stared intently at the man in the video, finding him inexplicably familiar. I felt like I had seen him somewhere before.

Before I can move, Zayn is by my side, his grip firm on my waist. “Damon, you're drunk,” he says. “Go home.” “Drunk? I am perfectly sober, brother.” He takes a few steps toward the center of the floor. He looks around the ballroom, his eyes landing on the far side of the room where Amanda is standing with the lead investors. Damon raises his voice, intentionally projecting it. “Hey! Look at the new king! Let's all raise a glass to the grand illusion!” “Damon, stop,” Daniel whispers frantically, following after his master like a loyal dog.

Damon rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut up, Lysander.” He chugged the drink down his throat like he was just drinking water. “You can't make me do something so dangerous. You have Beta Mid to do all the monkey work for you. Why does it have to be me all the time doing all those dirty sh—” He wasn't able to finish what he was saying when he realized that I was already glaring at him. “You're not doing it?” I asked. He swallowed hard. “Uhm… Yeah?”

“What are you doing out so late?” He flinched. “Oh…Miss Urmi. I was just… I came to check on Alpha Damon. And the girl.” My smile dropped. “What girl?” He wiped the stinky sweat off his face. A drop touched me and it took a lot of composure to not jump at him. “A girl was drugged. A high dose of sex stimulant. Alpha Damon took her to his quaters.” My hands curled at my sides. “He… what?” “He was with her,” the doctor nodded. “I almost lost my life for suggesting a male helped her through it.”