The Best Of Me Dramione の小説・ストーリー

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.

Curious to see what Damon's great observations are about my life. "Mhmm..." Damon hums as he ponders through everything he knows about me, trying to decide the best one to impress me. "You always watch Pride and Prejudice, the Kiera Knightley one, whenever you get the rare illness." "Is that all?" I ask with a smirk, hoping he doesn't have any more up his sleeve because if he keeps going, I might melt, becoming a puddle in the middle of the dance floor.

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.

“Nothing but a nightmare.” The crowd murmured louder as the drama unfolded. My fingers found the tiny flash drive hidden in the stems of my bouquet. “You see, everyone,” I said, pacing slowly toward the technician’s desk, “Liam is the greatest performer of all time. And I recently learned he’s been giving his best performance behind my back — with the perfect co-star.” The guests stirred as they glanced at each other, the air in the chapel turning charged and electric. I glanced toward Madison, locking eyes with her. “My best friend.”

“You’ve been remarkable through all this, dear. Truly.” Sloane looked demure under the praise, a trick she wore like a diamond. “I only want to support the family,” she said, and let her hand rest lightly against Damon’s wrist, a small anchor that told the room: this is steady, this is fine. He should have felt reassured. Instead a dull ache pulsed behind his eyes, the kind that signals either a storm or a confession. He glanced at the TV and caught the final half-second of a replay—the crimson flash of a dress and a suitcase wheel bumping over the threshold. The camera had zoomed slightly this time. You could see Mya’s face if you looked very closely. Not tears, not triumph. Something scari

“No matter how much you take, you’ll still be nothing.” His smirk deepened. “We’ll see about that.” Then he yanked me by the arm, dragging me across the marble floor. My knees scraped the polished tiles, but I didn’t care. I just kept cursing him, calling him every filthy name I could think of. That’s when Monica stepped into view, her heels clacking confidently against the floor. “Draco,” she called sweetly, “I did my part. I gave you everything...every detail about their affair. I think I deserve compensation, don’t you?”

she asked, almost lifting him off his feet as she squeezed the life out of him. "More than you know," Damon said as he hugged his best friend, his one and only best friend. "I hope you're ready for this; these assholes are hard work. Thank the Luna, you are here, Moni. I want to put every one of them in a choke hold. Sebestian really fucked up," he said as he let go of her and walked back around his desk, slumping into his seat.

Seeing Laurel's reaction, I started laughing at her unbelievable ambition. How had I never noticed that she could be this shameless? But now, the question deep in my heart was finally answered. Laurel had orchestrated this entire setup to ruin me just by exploiting her status as my best friend over the years, which had earned her my parents' deep affection. And that was why she had grown so greedy that she was even thinking of trying to replace me. I smiled and returned the phone to Dave before turning around to slap her hard across the face.