The Best Of Me Dramione Novels & Stories

“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.

" Daemon said teasingly. His grin was predatory, his eyes scanning me as if I were a piece of fine art he was deciding whether to shatter or add to his collection. God, give me strength, I thought, forcing my pulse to remain steady despite the way my skin prickled under his scrutiny. This was the game. Push too hard, and I’d be crushed. Don’t push hard enough, and I’d be forgotten. I took a slow, languid step toward the low-slung leather sofa, my stiletto makes a tapping sound against the floor. I didn’t look at Draco...not yet. I let my gaze flicker to Draven instead, letting a playful, mocking light dance in my eyes. I bit my lip then batt my eyelids. Then I faced Daemon. "That’s a bold as

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

“Just a little information, this is the best marriage I have ever been in, it is short but the best twenty-four hours of my life. I have seen respect and loyalty much more than I could ever pray for. The entirety of six years cannot be compared to the bliss of that.” I lifted my head slightly to observe their faces and I got just the perfect reaction I needed; surprise and awe. Bram and Theo exchanged surprised glances and pulled Dorian up from the floor. I returned to my seat with the exact precision and uttered the final sentence that crushed Dorian’s spirit completely, “take him away. I think we’re done here.”

“I was never with anyone else! I love you so much, you know that! She’s just making up these awful stories because she knows how much I mean to you. She wants to ruin us, Damon! She wants to drag my name down into the dirt so she doesn't have to look like the only cheap, classless girl on this campus! Please don’t believe her... please!” She wept openly now, her shoulders shaking violently as she put on the performance of a lifetime, looking like a tragic, slandered saint. Damon looked at her pale, tear-stained face, and any slight doubt he had instantly vanished. His expression hardened into something truly monstrous as he looked back at me. He didn't see his best friend of three years anym

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

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.