Snow Storm Dramione Novels & Stories

"Assault and conspiracy to commit assault. The media will have a field day." "Let them," Adrian said. "We're not giving you anything." Dominic smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that. See, I've also been talking to Richard Corso and we've come to an interesting arrangement." My stomach dropped. "What arrangement?" "He wants your company and I want revenge," Dominic said simply. "So we're working together to make sure you both lose everything. The board vote is tomorrow and we have the numbers to force a sale to Hastings Corp."

I gulped as he catcalled her, and once again he leaned back into his seat, his eyes on me. “I want you to keep your eyes here the whole time, River.” Thump. Thump. Thump. “Your task is to get me hard,” he said in a stage whisper into the blonde’s ear. My throat ached. “This won’t be necessary, Mr. Storm.” My voice came out thin as the lady climbed onto the table between us, letting the strap of her gown fall off. Her boobs fell free as she pulled the gown down, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes moved between me and the blonde, his expression unreadable.

She staggered out of the hall. Outside, heavy rain poured. She walked into it without noticing it. The cold raindrops hit her face and ran down like tears. But she could not shed a single one. She did not know where she was going. She wandered through the streets without direction. A car stopped beside her. The window rolled down. Marcus’ cold, sharp face appeared. “Get in.” Yara did not answer. She dragged her heavy body through the rain. Marcus frowned and said more firmly, “Get in.”

I was frozen in place for what felt like forever. I did not shed even a single tear. It turned out that when a person felt the most devastated they had ever felt, they would not even be able to cry. The sun dipped below the horizon. A blood-red glow swallowed everything. The television said it would get hotter in the next few days. It was dry, so we had to be careful about fires.

I clenched the hem of my sweater, staring fixedly at the entrance to the rest stop, hoping to see that familiar black SUV appearing in my vision once more. The temperature continued to drop. The icy air seeped into my bones, chilling me from the inside out. My toes went numb and gradually lost all feeling. My cheeks were raw and aching from the wind and snow. Tears welled up, but I didn't dare let them fall. I knew that even if I cried, no one would come to comfort me. Unable to endure the piercing cold, I slowly returned to the restroom. Compared to being exposed to the elements outside, at least the restroom shielded me from the storm.

Like even fear had to lower its voice under summer-blue sky. I sat at the small table near the grill with a drink sweating in my hand, something Liberty had mixed with the confidence of a woman who believed citrus could fix trauma. Condensation cooled my palm, but my pulse stayed warm and restless. Dawson stood at the BBQ. Apron on. Tongs in hand. Storm grey eyes narrowed in concentration as if he were defusing something delicate instead of turning burgers. And for a moment, just a moment, he looked like a normal man.

"Not until you understand that the man who rejected you seven years ago doesn't exist anymore. And not until you give me the chance to prove it." As Raven turned to walk away, her phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. A video file, timestamp showing it was taken that morning. When she opened it with trembling hands, she watched footage of herself in her apartment—sleeping, unaware, completely vulnerable. Multiple camera angles. Professional equipment. The video's final frame showed a message in white text: "Come to the Cascade Mountains. Come alone. Or I'll burn every connection you've ever made. —D"

Storm asked with a thin-lipped smile. "She is currently overseeing the preparations for the flame festival but she asked that I showed you this, "Adolfo said and revealed a pad screen that he was holding behind him. He tapped the screen before showing it to them, "hi Stormie, sorry I can't be there with you right now but I will see you before the festival, "said a white-haired young woman in the video. Storm shook his head and chuckled with his mouth closed, the device that was used was a Storm edition. ' I wish I could see you cousin so I could smack you calling me Stormie. '

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she continued, "I was in an open field, and I felt a storm coming in. So I walked to it and into our old house. I stepped through the door and into the set of a film I did last year. During one of the scenes, Kris appeared. She was angry and started trying to fight with Emily. You remember Emily, right? She was my co-star in the Western film. Well, we got kicked off set, and that's when I woke up." "That sounds intense," Elena replied. "I had a dream about Kris last night, too. I was getting a tattoo, and in the end, it got very heated. Not fighting, but, you know." "Ah," Liz' eyebrows raised. "Was it good, at least?" Elena blushed, remembering every detail.

“Anyway! I’ve never seen Mav crazier about a woman than with Odessa. Something’s wrong.” “You’re his best friend, you should know,” I said urgently. “Best friend?” Storm scoffed. “He’s brushing me off every chance he gets. When I see him, he’s with that little skimp, Rune.” I thought they all got along. Storm put his hands on my waist and pulled me close. “Are you sure you’re not pregnant?” He asked. “I told you I took the pill. You’re in the clear.” He smiled sadly. “I wouldn’t mind.”