Perfectly In Pieces Dramione Novels & Stories

When I walked out of the hospital clutching the miscarriage report, dazed and hollow, my husband Enzo called. "Feeling any better? I'll send a car for you. Corinne, you know that as my Donna, you have to follow the family rules. I can't bend them just because of your old stomach issues." "And don't blame Elara. She was only doing what she was told." I answered flatly, "Okay." He laughed. "That's my good girl." What Enzo didn't know was that it wasn't just a stomachache. I'd lost the baby. Three hours earlier, when the pain had become unbearable and I tried to leave, Elara had stopped me: "Ten more minutes, Corinne. You shouldn't put Enzo in a difficult position over something so trivial." En

Weapons whizzed through the air like red-winged birds. I hardly heard any of it over the sound of Grace’s cries. “DAMON!” I had hit the wrong mark. Dammit, I had hit the wrong fucking mark! Damon, kneeling on the floor between Andrei and Grace, began to waver—then, he pitched forward. Andrei caught him, lowering him onto his back. Damon’s body twitched, convulsed as the ruby pulsed in his chest. It was deep. Too deep. I had hit the wrong fucking mark!

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

Diana had grabbed it from somewhere and stabbed her. Through the pain Eden didn't let go she snatched the deed Diana struggling to take it off her fingers it tore half. Eden collapsed the excruciating pain sizzled through her. She crawled back, her vision going blurry. She looked around, trying to find Kylian, trying to speak but her tongue was numb she fought hard against the pain but everything was fading. The last thing she saw was Diana's smug grin before everything went dark.

She just watched how Dylan hurt while the doctor tried to move his leg. He turned to her and frowned because she smirked, so his eyes glared at her. She opened her mouth without making a sound, and what she said was, "Idiot." He even tilted his head and was probably trying to figure out what she was saying without a voice. She saw that the doctor was finishing what he was doing, so she stopped teasing Dylan. Thanks to her, she took his attention away from his painful foot. Suddenly, the door opened, and General Agustin, King Stephen, and Prince Damon entered. I lost my attention on Dylan because of Prince Damon and the way his eyes looked around the room as if looking for something.

As soon as the protagonist sees the ghost on top of the Almirah, he blows into Lilia’s left ear. She screams and jumps, almost spilling the coke and clutching at her heart. She looks over at him looking pissed as he starts laughing. She grabs a pillow and starts hitting him with it saying, “You-are-such-a-jerk-Damion-Gray.” She enunciates each word accompanied by a blow. Damion covers his head with his hand and then grabs the pillow to take it out of her hands. The force of the pull makes her lose her balance and she falls on top of him laughing.

He was already there. Damon stood just inside the heavy curtain, his broad shoulders blocking the strobe-lit chaos behind him. He wasn’t in club clothes. He wore dark trousers and a simple white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, as if he’d come straight from something far more serious. In one hand, held loosely between his fingers like a forgotten cigarette, was the first holy Grail shard.

But the words he wanted to say just wouldn’t come out. Luna looked at Draco with a wounded gaze. “I saw a photo of you with a woman. It was in the drawer of your study, Draco.” Draco’s expression changed. “You went into my study when I wasn’t there?!” he snapped, his eyes sharp and furious. Luna shrank a little at Draco’s anger. Honestly, she hadn’t meant to go into his private study—it was a coincidence, even an accident. Luna nodded. “Yes, I went in by accident. I saw a photo of you with a beautiful woman. You looked so close and perfect together.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, tears streaming down her face again.

And I have no shame in admitting that fact. He walks past Elena and I—okay, so he wasn't walking towards us but it certainly seemed like it—and engulfs his girlfriend, Brenda Sommers, into a big hug, earning some wistful sighs from the girls around us. Me included. Brenda Sommers. She's basically the queen bee of our school. But she isn't cliché and mean for no reason. She's actually very nice, but can be mean when someone does something wrong to her. Which nobody ever does because she is terrifying when she needs to be. But then again, any normal person is like that, right? Also, nobody wants to end up like Alice Cohen. The ex-best friend of Brenda herself. Come to think of it, her and Elen

Lucia ran her fingers down his spine again, soothing him with the same manipulative tenderness she’d used to lure him inside. “Do you feel better?” she whispered. He didn’t respond. The alcohol was hitting him harder now, blurring the edges of reality. Lucia kissed his shoulder. “Good. You needed this.” She stepped out of the shower first, taking her time drying her hair and slowly sliding into his robe that she fastened loosely around her waist. Draco remained under the water for a minute longer, letting it beat down on him as though it might wash away the truth… Damon was alive.