Ten Out Of Ten Dramione Novels & Stories

My heart skipped a beat. “Damien,” I said more firmly this time, reaching for his arm. “You don’t have to—” He finally looked at me, with a smile on his face, he replied, “I want to.” “That’s not the point,” I whispered, my voice lowering. “It’s too much.” “Nine million,” the Luna countered again, and this time, I could tell her voice was strained, “Ten million dollars,” Damien countered, his tone light and calm, The room was paying attention now. This wasn’t subtle anymore.

“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.”

Drake grinned as he wiped the blood from his mouth, which was bleeding from the force of Dylan’s punch. "I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Romano." "Stop pretending to be respectful, because you’re not. You’re really good at pretending," Dylan said with a furrowed brow. Drake laughed. "Believe me, Zelena sees me as the nicer one compared to you. I know how to take her away from you, because I’m the only ex-boyfriend she truly loves."

“Tell the press I went out undefeated.” Lorenzo smirked from his seat on the porch steps. “You were beaten by a five-year-old.” Nico cracked open one eye. “Semantics.” Elena laughed quietly, her hand still wrapped around a lukewarm cup of coffee. The mug had gone untouched for nearly an hour, but she didn’t care. The sound of Draco’s laughter had been worth more than warmth. In the yard, Damien stood motionless for a moment, ball in hand, watching Draco as if memorizing every detail—the boy’s wild curls, the flushed cheeks, the way his tiny hands reached for the ball with unrestrained joy.

Her laughter was as refreshing as a breeze in March. Of course, Draco didn't pay any attention to this, and he replied, "Does the third stepmother like calligraphy? If you're interested, I can invite the old teacher—" Lately, there has been an increasing number of people around Draco. Emma didn't need to ask to know his status was unique, as he could bring many people who shouldn't appear in the Blue Moon pack. However, he never mentioned it, and she never brought it up. But right now, there was something she wanted to know. Handing the Tuyen Thanh paper to him, she spoke gently, "In Luna Sandra's mansion..."

Layla snaps unimpressed “Slow down and chill” I put my finger to my lips and smirk at drake “His name is Darren and he is from old oaks so yeah I think that’s close to you guys. We definitely love him, yes I’m marked and mated and it was so freaking hot. He is tall dark and made by god himself but don’t tell him that I don’t want him getting to big headed, he’s already a cocky bastard and I don’t think his head would fit through the door if it got any bigger”

“Last I checked, you also electrocuted three traitors and nearly gave Leo a heart attack.” “That one was an accident,” Morwen said. Then, after a beat: “Mostly.” Leo appeared behind him, Bella hovering at his elbow, hands stained with healing salve. Her eyes met mine, and she gave a small, tired smile. “Everyone okay?” I asked. “As okay as can be after your dramatic cosmic tantrum,” Naomi called from across the yard. She jogged over, hair pulled back in a messy knot, a cut above her brow still seeping a little. “Ten out of ten points for theatrics, by the way. The part where the bond went nova and the Moon cracked the sky? Very metal. Would watch again. Preferably from farther away.”

He said, nodding his head and Adrian looked down. "If I may be blunt. My Lord, Fiona, and that toddler seemed to be the only source of positivity, happiness, and light in our gloomy mansion. I never thought I'll praise a human ever but she proved me wrong," Adrian said and the tip of Draco's lips quirked up as Adrian watched him stunned. Draco was smiling. Though it was a very faint smile, it was there. "Very well, you can leave," Draco said in a light tone as astonished Adrian got to his feet and ambled to the door still shocked by his smile.

Draco, I'm not Olivia, I'm Erada " ****

I lean down close to Zara’s ear. “Ten thousand dollars to steal your friend for an hour.” Zara lets out a quiet giggle. “Honestly, a dollar could’ve done it. But yeah, I’ll take ten thousand.” I straighten up, pull my wallet from my pocket, and count out ten crisp one-thousand-dollar notes right there on the table. Her eyes widen and she picks them up, fanning them out with a grin. Then I stretch my hand out across the table to Hermione. “Have a dance with me.”