Snow Storm Dramione Novels & Stories

Storm bows slightly, exaggerated and mocking. “For the clients,” she says lightly. Then she drives the blade into Dan’s thigh. Dan finally groans. The sound is low, dragged out, more irritated than pained. He lifts his head, breath coming heavier now, eyes unfocused but still alive. Still present. Still watching. Everyone’s attention shifts to Storm. There is laughter. A murmur of approval. Someone says something about timing. Someone else jokes, and it lands wrong, too loud in the small room. Diana knows then.

He didn't even spare me the tape I got to seal the windows. "Lottie's in trouble. I have to go and save her." I grabbed his sleeve. "There's a hurricane raging outside. No public transport will be available right now. Are you planning to walk over? Also, you've taken everything—what about me?" I was only saying these out of concern for his safety. Yet, Calvin only viewed me as a selfish, self-centered woman.

Only his voice cut through the cold wind and reached my ears. "I don't want to get married so soon anyway." Every excuse he'd ever given me shattered against that one casual sentence. Of course. All his excuses boiled down to just one truth—he simply didn't want to. He didn't want to marry me or keep his promise. That was it. Jane drew in a small breath. "But I think I saw Ms. Brock's Instagram. She's already announced the wedding date. Not just that, but I also heard the invitations have even been made. Is she… trying to force you into this?"

"What we did is what’s best for us, Fred. For the BloodMoon Pack. In this world, you’re either the one holding the leash or the one wearing the collar. I chose for us to be the ones holding it. Aubrey will understand eventually. Or she won't. But the pack comes first." He climbed into the car and slammed the door, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the quiet evening. Back inside the hospital, the afternoon had turned into a late, sluggish evening. The adrenaline of the morning had faded, leaving a dull, aching exhaustion in its place. Storm was stationed near the entrance of the high-security wing, his eyes scanning every person who walked past the double doors. He was irritable and restles

"Yes, Sandra. I may not be Jake, but I can promise you a love that knows no conditions. A love that's willing to embrace all of you, scars and all." Sandra, touched by Damien's sincerity, couldn't hold back the flood of emotions any longer. She cried, the tears flowing freely, and Damien, understanding the depth of her pain, pulled her into a comforting embrace. His arms became a refuge, a haven in which Sandra could release the burden of her heartache.

Morwen looked startled, while Orion's expression turned grim, which said a lot because he never worried about Katerina. Swearing under his breath, Storm headed straight for the staircase, tossing the leather file onto the decorative entry table. The frightened Omega quickly scrambled out of his way while Orion followed a few steps behind, leaving Morwen alone downstairs. By the time Storm reached the second floor, he could hear her crying from the hall. “You said my baby would be fine!” Kat shrieked behind the bedroom doors. “You lied to me!” Storm pushed the double doors open and slowed his steps, careful to avoid a shattered flower vase near the fireplace. The white roses he brought her th

Dmitri asked once Dre picked his call. "No, the tension is killing me. What if something happened to her...." He said, his muscles tense. "Calm down..." "No, don't you dare tell me to calm down! I can't find her! She's not picking my calls!" He said, through gritted teeth. "A heavy storm is going on right now. Maybe she took shelter somewhere" Dre's eyes widened and he opened the window. The downpour was indeed heavy and it didn't help that he was already in panic mode.

The day had been a slow tightrope—trustee meetings, hospital calls, the weight of the will—and now the house seemed to fold around them, a hush that made every small sound more intimate. “Storm coming in fast,” Damian said from behind her, voice even and near. He wore a sweater now instead of a jacket, the sleeves pushed up the way she’d seen him do when he wanted to seem less formal and more human. The light caught the angle of his cheek, and she noticed the faint scar near his temple again, a map of a life that had weathered things. He moved like someone used to carrying responsibility, quiet and careful. Elena turned, the apartment warm behind her. “It’s always dramatic when it comes over

Damon's jaw tightens. "Name," Damon orders. His voice becomes something else. Becomes Alpha. Becomes demand. The servant swallows clearly nervous about delivering information that he knows will matter. "Luna Amber Wrenfield," he says carefully. "Of Stormdawn pack. She says she is the mate of Stormdawn's Alpha. She says she has information critical to your interests." The world stills. Every sound disappears. Every moment of normal breathing stops. Stormdawn. The name alone is enough to make the air heavy with implication.

said Orion, as I drove on. I looked at the condition of the roads ahead of us. Everything was submerged under thick layers of snow with indistinguishable tracks, and uprooted trees were all around us. “It looks like there has been a massive snowstorm here.” “Yes, a blizzard had struck two days ago, recording 10 inches of snowfall and almost 80 mph wind speed. There had been power outages too in certain areas. I just hope Leandros and Lyra are safe.” We reached the place and looked around for Orion’s spy. At last, he met us and led us to a trailer van camping site. “I’ve seen them in the marketplace and tracked them here,” said the informer.