One And Done Dramione Novels & Stories

Raze said wiping her tears again. “Hey, sorry to bother you two,” Daemon said coming into the room. “Speaking of the devil,” Raze chuckled making her giggle. Daemon looked at them confused then shook his head, “Anyway, um, Little One ate five chicken nuggets and some fries and drank all her apple juice. Can she have that ice cream now?” “Chocolate chip cookie dough?” Raze asked and Daemon smirked. “Oh, she’s why that’s the only flavor you will eat,” He chuckled. “Go figure.”

I gasp against his lips, my hands instinctively gripping his arms as I try to steady myself. When he pulls back, his eyes are alight with something fierce and certain. “See? You felt that, didn’t you?” he asks, his voice breathless. “There’s no denying it, Maerilee. I’m your One.” I stumble back, my mind reeling. I did feel it. The power was there, even stronger than it was with Akin. But how can that be? I don’t want it to be true. I don’t want River to be my One. Akin has to be it, right?

There is only one person who Damon knows personally, who worked on the farm, Zyna! Have Dathan and I put her in trouble? Terrified of what could become of her when she's fired, I crept out of Damon's room, in search of Dathan. I ran wildly in the direction of his room. We hadn't spoken since that day, but with my friends well being on the line, I'd negotiate with the Devil himself. “Damon's firing Zyna from the farm.” I said as soon as I closed Dathan's door behind me. He sat at his piano, but wasn't playing, just looking outside.

Hurt enough that he remembered I was supposed to matter tonight too. “She wanted that,” I said quietly. Damon looked at me. I held his stare even though part of me wanted to slap him for still thinking about Selene when I was standing right in front of him. “She wanted everyone to see you fall apart. She waited until you were already angry, already in front of Ronan, already trapped, and then she rejected you as loudly as she could. She made sure there was no way for you to leave that room looking like the one in control.”

She widely opened my door and came inside. "Jess, this is Leon. The one I told you about", she introduced. Leon was tall, dark and handsome. A type that you would fall in love so easily. He was charming at the same time you'll not be intimidated by his presence. I have no doubt that Liz is completely smitten by this peice of meat. "Hey Leon, Jessica", I offered him my hand and he took it "it's a pleasure to finally meet you Jess. I've heard so much about you". I feel terribly lonely seeing Liz and leon together, lonely in the sense that I've missed my old flame Nick way back in college.

I muttered. “I'll write her name in my Death Note,” she promised. I glanced at her. “I won't stop you.” “What are you two whispering about?” Eleonor squeezed in between us. “We're just planning a murder.” Joy shrugged, and Eleonor's eyes widened. For a moment, I stopped breathing. I couldn't believe Joy said it so casually, but then Eleonor smirked and asked, “And who will be the unlucky victim?” “The blond-haired, half-brained creature in the red dress, standing in front of us,” Joy answered.

While organizing my files, I shut out the surrounding noise and replied, "I've applied to sever the mate bond. Under wolf law, either mate has the right to refuse." After preparing 52 coronation ceremonies that never once succeeded, I was tired of being the only actor in a play that was never going to start. When work ended, Callum actually walked over to help me pack my belongings. "Let's go. I booked us an eight o'clock table at Moonstone Restaurant. If we leave now, we'll make it on time." When his eyes drifted to my bare wrist, he froze, then asked in a panic, "Where's the moonstone bracelet I gave you?"

I muttered darkly. “Secretary?!” Notebook Girl nearly choked. “That’s illegal. He looks like a model.” Faint Girl fanned herself. “He’s… he’s…” “I think I’m in love,” Phone Girl whispered. I closed my eyes. Already fed up of their shenanigans. Damon gave a mock bow. “Damon, at your service. Though usually, I’m too busy making sure Mr. Bristo here doesn’t collapse under the weight of his brilliance.” The girls continued with their dramatic swooning. There was no other word I could use to describe their fantasies.

“Tell the press I went out undefeated.” Lorenzo smirked from his seat on the porch steps. “You were beaten by a five-year-old.” Nico cracked open one eye. “Semantics.” Elena laughed quietly, her hand still wrapped around a lukewarm cup of coffee. The mug had gone untouched for nearly an hour, but she didn’t care. The sound of Draco’s laughter had been worth more than warmth. In the yard, Damien stood motionless for a moment, ball in hand, watching Draco as if memorizing every detail—the boy’s wild curls, the flushed cheeks, the way his tiny hands reached for the ball with unrestrained joy.

“I'm going to be like Selene with my ex-boyfriend when I see him. Oh, and actually also your ex-boyfriend Tris,“ Jane said, nudging me in the shoulder. I turned to her with wide eyes. “We're sharing the same ex-boyfriend,“ I said with a shocked expression. “Enough about ex-boyfriends,“ Damon snapped. Jane rolled her eyes at me and focused on the tv again. I led down on the couch and put my feet on the couch as well, starting to get tired. I lied sideways on the couch with Damon half over me and Jane was behind me. The movie was half-way in and I could tell Jane was almost sleeping by her lack of comments and jokes. Then suddenly, the blanket moved and a hand touched my bare knee. I kept look