Remain Nameless Dramione Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My name isn’t Riven.” Kael crossed his arms. “Yeah, we figured.” “I’m Elara,” I said quietly. “Elara Riven Monroe.” The name felt heavy leaving my mouth. Damon stilled. Cassidan’s brow furrowed. Kael just stared. “Elara…” Damon repeated. “Monroe as in—” “A runaway princess. Nothing more,” I finished. Kael let out a low breath that almost sounded like a laugh. “Unbelievable.” Damon looked at him. “Kael.”

I asked them once the shock finally wore out. “Yes.” Morina smiled as she looked at her husband, nodding for him to say it. “Diana Mareya Delphia.” Arden said, smiling back at Morina tenderly. “But we’ve been calling her Reya or Ana as a nickname.” I smiled and struggled against the tears that welled up in my eyes, sniffling against Dorian who held me until I was calm again. “What about you two?” Arden asked, looking at his nephew as he slept in his fathers arms. “You haven’t told anyone his name yet and the official announcement is due soon.”

Jasmine was about to say something when I questioned him “Is he the same Taoist who helps to free soul of Chief Damon victims?” “……” Jasmine turned to me with blank face… while the water dragon shifter stood motionless in front of me… “What is your name?” I questioned him further in my stern tone Jasmine narrowed her eyes at me with a questionable look and said “Draco… he is chief… Chief Damon... Remember?” However I ignored her words and kept my cold gaze at water Dragon shifter, water Dragon shifter was mute… couple of seconds later seeing me stern he sighed out a long breath.. And at last opened his mouth and said “Oceano….. Dragon Oceano.…”

My lips trembled as I looked down clutching the blanket, "I'm not a princess, I'm just a maid to princess Selene, and it's Luna, who drugged me." They all are calm, an expression of being shocked is quite evident on their faces, but I don't know whether it's because of them believing in me or because of disbelief. Dylan muttered under his breath but loud enough for us to hear, "That old wench? Your mother?" Damien nudged him, signaling for silence. I looked at him trying to correct his words, "she is just Luna, mother to princess Selene, I'm not allowed to call her as mother."

Wrapped in a veneer of casual humour, they seemed to both be happy about their plans. “Once she's out of the way, I would have Lawrence all to myself, and now I would remain as the undisputed Luna.” Now Bella was standing as she spoke, demonstrating her role when she was finally recognised back as the Luna. Jane watched as she acted. “The Luna position actually deserves someone who is as beautiful as you, my queen, and that is undebatable." Jane’s words came to her as she stood to join Bella, and both of them were locked together in a hug.

"Do you accept this?" I looked at the hall. At the fourteen who had voted. At Mira and Elara. At my grandmother. At Mila with her notebook. At Draco, beside me, with the expression that had a name. "I accept it," I said. My voice carried into every corner of the hall. The officiant looked at Draco. "Alpha Draco. Do you present her so?" "I present her," Draco said, "as my equal. My mate. My Luna." He paused. "And as herself. Entirely and without qualification. As herself."

“As far as he’s concerned, Selena Fortezza is a traumatized bride likely hidden under police protection somewhere.” His eyes settled on me carefully. “He will not expect her.” And that terrified me more than I wanted to admit because Salvatore was right. Draco had no reason to notice me, I was nobody to him. Just another grieving woman caught in the crossfire. But the thought of standing near him again made my pulse quicken uneasily. I still remembered his face outside the cathedral, emotionless beneath flashing police lights. He was a monster wrapped in elegance. “What happens if he catches me?” I asked quietly.

“He’s on the verge of abandoning the pack, Draco. Abandoning Nightshade itself. All for a girl.” That brought out a long, amused laugh from Draco. “A girl?” he echoed mockingly. “Gods above, don’t tell me. Some high ranking Alpha daughter? A political match gone wrong? Or wait…” He gasped dramatically. “Don’t tell me it’s one of those innocent virgins from a storybook. Don’t tell me big, bad Damon found himself a damsel to suddenly ‘fix’ him.” Nyla’s jaw tightened. “Worse, Draco. She’s an Omega.”

He was right behind her, practically on her heels. Nya didn’t dare speak his name aloud for fear she’d be told that there had been a mistake and somehow Gavin had been the only sacrifice who had accidentally been eaten, or otherwise killed, by the dragon. Still, she felt the need to be honest. “The sacrifice you took from Frindom last year. His name is Gavin. Do you know him?” She didn’t turn to look over her shoulder at Slate for fear she’d fall. She’d almost reached the bottom now, and her heart was pounding in her chest as she rushed to get down to the level where all of the people were. “Do I know him?” Slate repeated, as if he wasn’t sure what she’d said. “Yes, of course I do.”

said Celea to her family and they went together towards the Ballroom *** " Celea Dragnil Morningstar is entering alongside Dereus Dragnil, Bellatrix Morningstar, Kaya Dragnil, Draco, Azar and Kai Dragnil and Gina Dragnil and the newest family member Aaron Dragnil!" and the doors of the ballroom opened " our presence has been made know, talk about descrit *sight* " complained Celea Draco giggled and said " Didn't you want to be the main character sister?" * clap* Celea slapped Draco on the back of his head not caring of all the eyes that were on them right now