Sugar And Spice Dramione Novels & Stories

“Oh, I bet I will. You finally met the dragon himself, didn’t you?” Grace pulled her hair into a messy bun, grabbing a towel to dry her hands. “If by dragon you mean Damien Blackwood, then yes. And let me tell you, he’s every bit as insufferable as they say.” Lila gasped dramatically. “You mean to say the billionaire heartthrob wasn’t charmed by little Miss Monroe?”

I had a bad premonition about this. “What! Darcy, you drugged me?” Ronan sounded shocked in the background, and so did I. “Yes, Ronan. I drugged you last night. I spiked the wine. You only took a few sips, but you felt the effect. I wanted you to make me feel like a woman finally, but no. How could you say you love me when you went to fu*k your wife instead?” Ronan was quiet, but I knew he would finally explode.

After getting out of the shower, I decided to wear a summer dress, short draped, lilac color, very tight to the body with low neckline and lace, it was perfect and I decided to combine it with white sneakers and leave my hair loose and put a Swarovski tiara. Looking in the mirror I did a light makeup and I was delighted with the result, I not only looked sexy but also a little tender and beautiful, now I just had to wait for Alexander to pick me up.

We drive downtown to a shop, actually a sex shop which should actually be closed but they had called earlier and planned everything so someone was waiting for us with champagne, shots and Jell-O shots by the door. When we entered inside, the activity was everyone was to buy something for me which I'm not supposed to know what is or open it until my honeymoon with Liam. About an hour later we were done and we played a game of never have I ever in the limo on our way home. The bridal shower wasn't actually over, tomorrow we're having a spa day/spa party which was planned by my sister. Which I couldn't wait for, after we get home everyone gets to their rooms to pass out because we are basically

“I’ll just pick one.” His lips formed a faint smile. “If you like three flavors, you can try them, Soraya. You can get any ice cream you want.” I blinked, surprised. “Are you sure? I think they’re really expensive.” He chuckled. “Expensive?” He leaned back in his seat, his eyes filled with amusement. “Who do you think your mate is, Soraya? I’m Darius Dovenia.”

The wonderful smell of spices and some other addictive concoction hit them hard when they opened the door. A gentle hum came along with the actual song playing in the background. Mike looked further behind to see her slowly moving her hip. It's a habit, reserved specially for cooking period. He lazily tossed his jacket to the sofa. Folding his sleeve to elbow height, pacing slow and steady towards the girl in a turquoise knee-length dress. The soft chiffon, her preferred material, flared right below the curve of her waist, swaying left and right to her movement. Her long curls pulled up into a low messy bun- sanitary purposes. She raised her face to him and threw a gentle smile, that should

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

Carmela smirked triumphantly before bringing the drink to her lips and taking a long sip. The liquid was sweet, smooth, and slightly tangy, making her relax almost instantly. After a moment, she turned back to Damion, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Do you dance?” Before he could reply, she pulled him to the middle of the crowd. Damion arched a brow. “No.” She pouted. “Why not?” “Because I don’t,” he said simply. Carmela rolled her eyes. “Wow, you really are the most boring man on the planet.”

Wine that tasted like someone had bottled the color purple. “This is insane,” she said to Vane, who was watching her eat like she was his favorite sport. “You keep saying that.” “Because it keeps being true.” She took another bite. “A month ago I was betraying you to the Syndicate council. Now I’m eating fish that costs more than my entire childhood and wearing diamonds that probably have their own insurance policy.” “And?” he asked. “And nothing. I’m just pointing out that reality has officially broken.” His phone buzzed. He ignored it.

“Not to brag, but he is one of the most sought-after alphas in this realm. If your father is here, he can vouch for him. Dominic is wanted by many women in the city. With our family’s strong genes, he is sure to provide you with a son who can shift unlike you. You are too weak, but that won’t be a problem. My son can strengthen-“ Lord Martinez didn’t get to finish the rest of his sentence. His screams resonated in the hall after Blaze stabbed his hand with a fork. The General was half-mage, half shifter. With the latter’s mana, Martinez couldn’t free his hand even if he wanted to. “Disrespect my mate again and I will make sure you will be unable to use your filthy tongue for the rest of your