The Best Mistake Dramione Novels & Stories

“Oh, please. Moretti doing a victory dance? I swear, I’d pay to see you do that in front of your men.” “Not happening,” Damien said immediately. But Draco just looked up at him, his big brown eyes impossibly earnest. “Please?” The word slipped through every wall he’d ever built. Elena’s breath caught again. She saw the hesitation in Damien’s face—the tug-of-war between instinct and something softer. And then, slowly, he stood. “Alright,” he muttered, resigned. “But only once.” Draco squealed and began jumping in a circle. Damien followed, awkward at first, his movements stiff and mechanical. But when Draco tripped mid-spin and Damien caught him, the man actually laughed—loudly, freely.

"I have kids too. I am no longer the person I was 7 years ago. "I believe you," Draco said. "I will do as you say and find around for any strange sightings in Ontario." He walked to the door. "I do hope we don't go back to the way things were. I, as well as the subjects of the kingdom, prefer this new you." He closed the door gently as he walked out. Mitch groaned. How could a sudden mistake like this put him back?

RUKAR DRAKOVIC RHODES. Among us five, they consider me the dumb one and yeah, I don’t mind. I’ve done my fair share of dumb things in the last millennia that’d have anyone dying of a stroke but this? Ho-ho, this is way beyond dumb. “You did what?” Drex asks. I enjoy the show because it’s not the first time one of us has lost our minds because of our mate. Only difference is, this time it’s the ‘golden boy’, the ‘no stain on his shiny exterior’ and our big brother who made the mistake.

People had done worse for far less than he had to offer, for less than the mother of his child would stand to gain. “I don’t know why the mistake happened, I only know that it did,” Michaela stated, her pretty white teeth gritted. “But don’t flatter yourself by thinking I would go to such trouble to tie myself to you just to get money. In fact, don’t flatter yourself by assuming I have any idea who you are.” He barked out a laugh. “It’s hardly flattery to assume that a woman who is presumably well-informed and well educated would know who I was. Unless of course, you’re neither of those things.”