Novel & Cerita The Fallout Dramione

Draco managed to cast a spell breaking the bubble before he died. “Xael!” Xena cries out in horror. Shit! We are falling right into the blazing flames. I don’t see us surviving this. My eyes stay glued on my mate as we fall. She looks devastated, I can’t even link with her. “Babe, come on. Look at me,” I urge right when Diana falls on the floor. My heart breaks when Diana’s body convulses. I have to get to her. “We are falling into flames,” Clint reminds me.

Her voice was strong and steady. I glanced at the phone screen and was a little surprised to see who she was calling. It was Mikael. She said, "Dad, what do we do now? Flora is really dead. Didn't you tell me that stuffing some sand and gravel inside wouldn't cause any problems? We agreed that once she's paralyzed, we can cash out her critical illness insurance."

"I definitely like her." Before Daemon could say another word, Draco spoke without raising his voice. "Out." Just one word. Daemon threw both hands into the air in surrender. "Fine." As he walked past Draco, he muttered just loudly enough for everyone to hear, "You really are no fun." "I wasn't aware that was my job." Draco spat back. Draven laughed while Diavolo shook his head with quiet amusement. One by one, the brothers filed out of the room.

“No, Lyla. I pity you. You had a family, comfort, everything, yet you threw it all away chasing shadows. Whatever game you're playing, it’s going to end soon.” Lyla’s eyes flashed with panic for a brief second before she masked it with rage. “You’re going to regret talking to me like this.” “No, you’re going to regret underestimating me,” Fiona said firmly. “Because when the truth comes out—and trust me, it will—I’ll be right there watching your little world collapse.” With that, Fiona turned and walked away, leaving Lyla frozen in the hallway, her hands trembling. Damian sat quietly beside Aria, watching her sleep. Her breathing had steadied, but the slight crease on her brow made it clear—

But Brynn could hardly hear what Talia was saying as her dizzy spell got worse. "Damo," she mutters, but Brynn immediately loses her standing; her legs wobble, weak as jerkily as her eyes upturn to her head. Rex, who had been quietly filling her through the whole ordeal, shouts her name the moment he notices Brynn falling, and the last thing Brynn sees is Damon’s face before she blacks out. .. — .. Killian, meanwhile, was having a conversation with Deon at the edge of the outer balcony, and Deon was telling him about the raid that was fully done on Damon’s funds, and now he was bankrupt.

“Doesn't matter, shoot them!” A warrior materialized from nowhere and shot darts at us. “Don't forget who you are, Luna Averie.” I pulled the dart out of my shoulders and flung it at the ground. My eyes started to droop. I looked at Dramon, he was shot with a larger dart and had fallen unconscious. “You'll be asleep soon my darling.” My eyes have become so blurry, I can barely keep my eyes open. In seconds I had drifted into oblivion.

Melody stuttered, surprised that Elara was so affected by just one glass of the strong drink. "Watch out, Fiona! You're going to pay! Damian just got elected General, and now she wants to smear his image across Summergrave! She'll see who she's messing with! Are you all with me? We'll get our revenge!" Elara yelled, climbing onto a stool and raising her bottle high. Inspired by their Luna's rallying cry, everyone shouted in agreement, rallying around her cause. Damian couldn't help but burst into laughter as he watched his Luna, Elara. His wide grins were uncontrollable, spreading across his face as he observed her.

Everyone in the living room turned to look. Damon strode in, flanked by more than a dozen men who quickly surrounded Drake and his group. Drake's face darkened, while Tom's eyes lit up with relief. "Mr. Sumner!" he called out. He knew it—trusting Damon had been the right decision. He and Valarie were saved! Damon didn't acknowledge him or respond. Instead, he walked straight over and sat down across from Drake. "Mr. Mummery, this is Saintornia, not Meristate. You don't get to act out here," Damon said, his tone cold and sharp.

Damien chimed in. “Hey Brent, are you still friends with that incubus?” Joel asked me. “I haven’t reached out to him in awhile, but I’ll see if I can get ahold of him.” “Alright team, assemble!” Damien shouted. “What the hell bro?” I asked him. “Someone needs to be the comedic relief; it’s getting too real in here.” He retorted. We all murmured our agreement and stalked out the front door to head back to Colten’s motel room.

Ryan bolts out. “Is he okay?” Fiona asks Caden. “Oh, he’s fine,” Caden says, still chuckling. “He just doesn’t want to witness anything.” Drake drops his head back and starts to snore. Matt and Ben pass out beside him. Fiona stares at me, cheeks flushed. “Is this for real?” I raise an eyebrow. “Looks like it.” “We… we can’t help it,” she mutters, covering her face. “You’re not mad?”