Romans & histoires The Best Of Me Dramione

“Haven't I given you enough money? You have no idea the dirty things I did just to get you the money you spent. Why don't you help me and get rid of this child now. Listen, if you do this, I'll give you more money.” “No, no, no. It can't be what I'm thinking it is,” I whispered with my gaze fully at the video. “It's not all about money. I love you, Dortmund. Why don't you just let me keep the child? I promise I'll hide away. Your wife will never know of this.” “I told you, I want you to get rid of it!” My father yelled. Just then, a woman walked in on them, and shockingly, it was Mrs. Diana.

I tensed as I turned sharply to look at my mother-in-law. Fortunately, she was watching some stupid comic drama I hated like hell. The dram was called “Mother-in-law” It was about a mother-in-law bullying her son’s wife. Crazy… she was just watching herself on the screen with different characters and faces. “What are you doing here, Oliver? My mother-in-law is inside!” I whispered as my heart raced. I’ve had enough problems to last me a day, I just didn’t want to add Oliver on the list.

It started as a forbidden thought, I wasn't supposed to crave my best friend’s dad but instead I spent countless nights shamelessly imagining him stripping me bare, sinking his cock into me and devouring every inch of me. ** ** ** ** A few days ago. I was doomed. Shock sliced through my veins as I read the letter that turned my worst fear into reality. Damon's ugly handwriting was scrawled across the white paper I was holding, each word was filled with unimaginable cruelty.

"Let's say, you'll get the role of the male lead, the all loved, the all adored, handsome male lead. And here’s a bonus, you already have two eager fans waiting to watch your show, even before it's begun." Damien immediately understood her words and scoffed. "How childish of them," he muttered, placing his wine glass down with more force than necessary. "But you can't put it past them, can you? It would have been a brilliant plan—all their plans always start out brilliantly, but just like this one, it goes down the drain at the very last moment. They would have succeeded," she paused for a second and shrugged. "But you know me, I'm God's Favorite." Damien chuckled, leaning forward with a spa

I always feel like I’m betraying her. The lady, I’ll call her Hazel from the way her eyes tease that color when the light hits it a certain way distracts me from my thought with another question. “What exactly was your plan, after drinking yourself to oblivion, that is?” She finished the question with a testing lilt of her voice. A small laugh rumbles from my chest, and hers broadens. She's so beautiful, so alluring. My body is telling me it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to entertain her and what she is obviously offering.

I smiled and sat next to Killian as my eyes drifted over to Draco, he was staring at me and smirking into his glass of bourbon. My heart tightened and I wished I could rip his blood filled heart out. "Never knew Draco was so into the Hollywood celebrity news! He is so fun to speak with. He is actually giving me latest updates that I didn't even know I missed out on!" Daciana screeched, enthusiastically clapping her hands and smiling like a baby.

He asked his eyes pleading for me to nod positively to what he said . My eyes grew teary . " It wasn't a prank David .....it's over between us " . I replied and tears trickled down my eyes . TBC

"Or throw it away. I just can't hold it for us anymore." She reached across the table and took my hand. I let her hold it for a second before gently pulling away. Outside, Dante's car waited by the curb. He didn't get out, didn't make some clever joke through the window. He only opened the passenger door when I reached him. I sat down and stared ahead. "Bad?" he asked. "Honest," I said. "That's usually worse." I laughed once, weakly, and then I cried again. Dante didn't tell me to stop. He just drove along the lake until the rain blurred the city into lights.

He stood rigid, his face unreadable, but the storm in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. A sharp vibration cut through the tension, slicing through the noise like a knife. Damien’s phone. The room fell deathly silent. Every movement stilled, every breath held. Slowly, he pulled the device from his pocket. A notification flashed across the screen. A video file. Elena’s stomach clenched, nausea rising in her throat as Damien pressed play. The screen flickered—and then there he was. Draco. Tied to a chair, his small frame stiff with fear. His wide, tear-filled eyes darted around the darkened room. His hands, balled into tiny fists, trembled against the restraints.

Damon's POV Sabrina lay on top of me, her chest rising and falling as fast as mine, both of us panting hard. My body still hummed with release, every nerve in me stretched thin but satisfied. As sloppy as her mouth had been, as hesitant and trembling as her hands were, it had been one of the best I had ever had in my life. Maybe it was because it was her. Maybe it was because for once, I hadn’t felt like a cursed creature clawing at the edge of despair. The release had been powerful, almost blinding, dragging me out of the black hole I usually lived in.