The Fallout Dramione Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Damian was glaring at both of us. “It’s over when I say it’s over,” Rylan growled, stepping toward him. Damian glared at me one last time, hatred in his eyes. “You’re mine, Lyra. You'll see." He turned and stormed off into the trees, leaving us behind. Rylan lowered as he came closer to me, his expression softening. “Are you alright?” I shook my head. “I…” I felt myself falling and then darkness.

Drake tells me catching my face, his own emotions plastered all over his face I feel a warm wash of water flow from between my legs followed by more pain, drake looks down and his entire body freezes, “CARON CARON I NEED YOU CARON! He screams, i look down and realise im covered in blood, my own thoughts freeze, it was so much, it was everywhere and more was spreading out over the bed and dripping of the edge, drake turns, opening the door for a tired looking caron and a frantic looking fiona, as both of them see me they stop looking to each other then back to me

I take a turn to the east wing where the other rooms are and as I approach them, I hear the faint sound of people moaning which only gets louder as I stop in front of Damian’s old room in the mansion. Seems like the asshole already found one of his hoes to take the edge of the drug off. If he has, dad’s plan already failed before it even began but I have to make sure. I slowly push the door open and peek but the sight that welcomes me feels like someone punched me in the gut. No, like they dug their hand into my fucking chest and ripped out my heart, tossed it to the floor, spat on it and crushed it under their feet. Scarlett is on her knees, her back in a perfect arch as Damian slams into h

"Just go meet him and stop acting like the coffee Grinch." Layla was just not in the mood. She turned back to the machine. "I don't want to." Layla was uninterested and continued to clean. Carmen rolled her eyes. It was time for her to be the good friend she was. She grabbed Layla's arm and dragged her out to the front. "Hey! Stop! What are you..." Layla stopped struggling and was soon face to face with Damon. She looked at Carmen furiously who winked naughtily.

He used it to tear off a piece of his own clothes to tie around Dylan’s wound. Troy quickly approached Romana and checked if she had any injuries. They tied Racar even though he was weak. “Take that bastard to the hospital. He can’t die!” Laurenzo sternly ordered his people. They just arrived and this was the scene that greeted them. Romana stared in shock at the people who had just come. She met her husband’s cold gaze, and she became even more pale. She fainted. Dylan’s jaw tensed; he was not happy with their fathers’ arrival. His plan was to burn Racar’s body alive. He pushed Alexander and blamed him for interfering in his way. But Alexander hugged him tightly and he could feel that he wa

“Now let’s get McDonald’s, KFC, and pizza. Then we’ll drop you two off. I’ve got a playdate with a rooster who only crows when I’m naked.” Damion grins like a wolf and accelerates a little. “And we’ll watch every Julia Roberts movie ever made, sob uncontrollably, and gorge ourselves like emotionally unstable hamsters,” Haley pipes up, “Deimos is working a night shift and Luke has a sleepover.” And Leyla is with Noah. “The boys are gonna have a long night,” Damion adds, that grin still painted on his face. Something in his voice makes me suspicious. “Wait. Do you know they’re going to a strip club?”

Third-Person POV The morning after the date, Fiona woke up to a nightmare that refused to end. Her phone buzzed incessantly on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with more notifications than she’d ever seen in her life. She didn’t want to look. She knew what she’d find. But the compulsion was stronger than the dread. She opened the group chats again, scrolling through the cruelty like picking at a scab. Drew: Foster’s a legend. Got the whale to kiss him. Bet’s paid in full 😂🐋

"You fucking liar, Felicia Cooper! Your brother's dead now because the doctors failed to save him! I hope you spend the rest of your life wallowing in regret!" I cried out in despair, letting out a muffled groan through the thick fabric. Tears streamed down my face. I hated Dylan with every fiber of my being. I swore that I never wanted to see him again if there was an afterlife. The doorlock beeped. The countdown also reached zero. My consciousness faded. As I fell to the ground, the door was pushed open. Dylan walked in with a birthday cake in his hands, his voice light and cheery as he said, "See? I told you that you wouldn't die. You're still alive and kicking, aren't you? Happy b—"

When days passed, I realized that I had abandoned the only happiness of my life. A knock from the door tore my thoughts from Darya. Fiona stood there with my favorite coffee. She was wearing extra make-up today. Her seductive appearance was enough to describe her intention. A low rumble of disapproval came from my lycan. But I needed a distraction from Darya. I couldn't fall for my rejected mate again neither could I break the trust of my best friend. Striding to the couch, I sat down, parting my legs for her. Fiona's eyes lit up as soon as she saw me. I ordered her through my gritted teeth, burying my passion for my rejected mate,

Dylan lowers himself beside me, his eyes taking on a darker shade, indicating that he is connecting with someone, possibly through a mind link. After the connection ends, he clears his throat, preparing to address me. "For the next few days, you shall be confined within the wretched depths of the dungeon." Horror floods my being, and my eyes widen at the ghastly fate that awaits me. Having experienced the dungeons a few times before, I know the abysmal conditions within — its darkness is suffocating, and the guards exhibit a complete lack of mercy. Preparing to depart, Dylan rises to his feet, but before leaving, he turns his gaze towards me. His expression is devoid of any sympathy or remor