Novel & Cerita The Gift Of Joy Dramione

“Of course! But, I really don’t have anything decent to give you since I can’t afford to give you something too expensive.” “So, what’s this box of candy about then?” “Take a look at the box. It’s popping candy that’s supposed to make the person who eats them happy all the time. Since I don’t like you always putting on a gloomy face, I’ve decided that I’ll give you all the happiness I have.” Damon laughed at that point. ‘This is such a childish trick, yet she actually wrapped it up all nicely like it’s some kind of huge gift.’ Damon turned the box open and took out a piece before putting it in his mouth. ‘Not bad. There’s a little sourness mixed together with the sweet.’

, I gasped at the gifts he brought along and he told me never to feel burdened because they were the bare minimum he could prepare. Even my quarters were not left behind, a series of clothes, accessories and shoes were brought in as gifts from all the kings and alphas of the packs I had once saved with the cure. Seeing how everyone gratefully turned up or sent in gifts, I was almost moved to tears at their loyalty. We were still talking in the reception room when Draco marched in, he had changed into his wedding robe and I almost burst into laughter because of the embarrassment that washed over him when he saw me sitting there with his dear guest.

He'd be way too embarrassed if he mentioned it. "I never expected less from her. As much as I hate the Redmoon pack, I know there is something she has that not many of us do." Draco said, feeling proud of himself for not doubting her one bit. "Yeah yeah yeah, whatever! And what is it you have that no one else does?" Damien fired back at him jokingly with a lopsided grin formed on his face as soon as he spoke. Draco laughed, "Fuck off you crazy idiot!" Draco replied to his friend jokingly, earning a light smack from Damien who was also laughing.

guess you've just liberated my life- thank you I'll forever be grateful. "it's okay don't worry. But remember act normal and continue addressing me as ma'am," their dartling eyes followed in a giggle. "...everyone has a past and mistakes, skeletons we prefer hidden, shadows we're afraid of and voices we become slaves to_ but the golden key is not to envy anyone as you grow old. And so I would like to say am grateful you came in to the world cause you make mine, your mother's and siblings world beautiful." Bomul's last speech at the party had Cadeau dancing with a belly full of fireflies butterflies were not lit enough to describe her emotions

, he said and Damon stopped and pulled him back up as Dylan took time to catch his breath A group of people walked towards where we were sitting holding boards, they positioned themselves in a straight line “What's going on?”, I asked Damon, and he shrugged They started unfolding their boards one by one, forming a message “Happy Birthday To The Most Beautiful Woman We Know. You're An Incredible Wife and Mother. We Love You, so Much”. Love, Damon & Dylan

Dylan blew out his candles with joy, accompanied by applause and cheerful laughter. After breakfast, they opened the carefully prepared gifts for Dylan. The highlights of joy on his face could not be described in words as he opened each gift package with enthusiasm.

Veronica's POV: I held Zoey in my arms, feeling her warmth against my chest as Draco entered the room with a bundle of gifts in his hands. My heart swelled with gratitude for his thoughtfulness, knowing that getting these gifts required him stepping out under the sun. "Draco, thank you," I said, my voice filled with appreciation. "These gifts are so thoughtful." He smiled warmly, his eyes gleaming with affection as he placed the gifts on the nearby table. "You deserve every bit of it, Veronica," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "You've been through so much, and I want you to know how much I appreciate you."

The night Helen Kerr's first love proposes, I stand on the 33rd-floor terrace, holding my terminal stomach cancer diagnosis. Through the glass, I watch the man drop to one knee. They exchange rings, and she slides the ring meant for me onto his finger. I stay hidden outside in the excruciating pain, refusing to ruin their moment. Then Helen spots me. There is no panic or guilt, just pure disgust in her eyes. She sneers, gestures toward the ledge, and mouths through the window, "Jump, if you're gonna jump. Stop acting just to ruin my night. If you actually die, maybe I'll believe you." Right then, the last flicker of life in me goes dark. I look at the woman I've loved for a decade and

Draco beamed as he entered the banquet hall with Uncle Ford's assistance. His gift was the most expensive one, which was worth 120 million dollars. Even the gift-registry staff's voice was trembling when he read as he wrote on the list, "A set of diamond jewelry, eighty-eight gold bracelets, A high-end mansion, and twelve million in cash…" After reading the list for about 10 minutes, there was an uproar at the scene. The guests were all amazed by Draco's generosity, and they praised him for being an excellent elder of the Mason family, the top and wealthiest of the Four Great Families.

I stood beside Adrian in a stunning gown, receiving blessings from the crowd below. It was the happiest moment of my life — until I spotted a figure lurking behind a tree at the edge of the grounds. Damien. Trying to stay hidden, but that haunted, desperate stare was impossible to miss. I frowned but refused to let him ruin this. Not today. After the Moon Goddess's blessing, it was time for the final rite: pricking our fingers and mingling our blood to forge the mate bond — sealing us as partners in mind and spirit. Just as we were about to complete it, a voice rang out from the crowd.