The Perfect Match Dramione Novels & Stories

“You inhaled them like a raccoon.” “Trauma makes me snacky.” “What trauma?” Damion asks. Lee gives him the stinkeye. “Listening to your hormonal fiancée’s debate whether she’s your perfect soulmate or just your baby momma.” Damion rolls his eyes and smirks. Like me, he hasn’t even touched his drink. “And what did you tell her?” he jerks. “That even though the perfect girl doesn’t exist, there is a girl for each guy that’s just perfect for him.” His eyes are on my brother while he says this. “She just needs to trust that she’s your perfect one.”

Freya turned to Kenneth and smiled at him. He looked bored and even yawned twice! Inner Devil: ‘That man just scrolled past perfection like he was browsing socks. He’s clearly not shopping anymore.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Yeah, he looks like he’s already found the one.’ “Oh my god!” Geneva’s screams echoed in the space. When Freya turned to the screen, she saw that Kenneth’s number one match was… her. Freya King. “Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!” Geneva laughed. It was probably the longest laugh Freya had ever seen from her assistant.

Damien Shaw After waiting for the test results for a few hours, the doctor finally steps out. Imogene’s head snaps up, and my heart stutters in my chest. I stand before I can stop myself as the doctor approaches. “Mr. Shaw, Mrs. Scott,” the doctor says. “The test results are in.” Imogene’s breath catches beside me. My own chest tightens. “You’re a perfect match, Mr. Shaw.” For a moment, I don’t react. A perfect match. Relief hits me hard and fast. I let out a shaky breath, my knees suddenly weak. I glance at Imogene, and she’s staring at me, wide-eyed, like she can’t quite believe it.

Now they could do was wait for the results, for a miracle, for clarity in the storm. A few hours later, the doctor returned with the results, holding a file in his hand. His face was serious, but there was a hint of relief in his voice. “Oasis is a perfect match,” he said. “We can proceed with the transplant immediately.” Elyana gasped softly, her hand covering her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. Daimon stood beside her, his expression unreadable for a moment then his shoulders relaxed with a deep breath. “Thank God,” he whispered.

She had turned to the door when I did and had seen the movements at the door. “It’s Draco.” I widened my eyes at the note of finality in my voice and Millie stared at me, brows raised. The door opened, and Draco walked into the room in his full glory. He was wearing a sleek black shirt with dark green pants that clung to his broad chest and accented his narrow waistline. His blonde hair had increased in length, almost reaching his shoulders. He was my mate. My Draco. Once he appeared in the room, all I wanted was to run into his arms and stay there, taking in his scent through my nostrils.

Which makes her look like an extremely cute, sexy, goth girl. I look around the room in search of Damien. To be honest, he's the reason behind my whole outfit I dressed for his reaction. If I by any chance found out that he won't be at this party, heaven knows I won't come. Even though Athena would have destroyed my life with pleas. I finally spot him and his teammates in a circle in a corner, and I do not miss the flawless jaw drop expression that takes up his face when he sees me. Although he quickly recovers from it...

But then judging by the looks of it they were a perfect match made in hell. “I can't make promises” Daciana replied, her tone flat. Hailey’s face flashed with anger. “Honestly, I don’t know why they bothered with you. They should have chosen someone more fitting for the role. You’re pathetic. An omega without a wolf, a curse. It’s no wonder no one wants you.” “If you think you’re so perfect, why don’t you be their maid? You obviously want to be close to them.” the words tumbled out of her lips before she could stop them and Hailey fired up like a red tomato.

“I’m here, right in front of you, very much alive and well.” Tim shrugged Dylan’s hands off his shoulders and rolled his eyes at him. “Besides, Tim, I am somewhat thankful that all that happened to me,” Dylan smirked and Tim raised a brow curiously. “Thanks to that episode, I met the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on,” Dylan said, his voice softening with awe and his eyes sparkling as he spoke, clearly enthralled by his mystery woman. He sighed deeply as he stared into space, lost in the memory of her.

When I stepped onto the dancing floor, Murphy surprised me by taking my hands, his smile not even waning for a second. “Let's dance.” He said. Automatically, I mirrored his cheerful mien, and nodded, my chest taut with sadness. “Congratulations once again, brother-in-law,” I said, mentally patting myself as my voice came out steady. “Thank you, sister-in-law,” Murphy replied, his eyes glimmering with elation. He really was happy to be Heather’s husband. The confirmation felt like jagged shrapnel to my heart. “You are welcome,” My cheeks were already starting to hurt from the fake smile I had on.

He was mesmerized with the way she moved with confidence, that was both alluring and intoxicating, drawing him in just like a moth to a flame. As she danced, her eyes were closed which showed she was lost in the music and she seemed to be in her own world Edward couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was like a goddess, a vision of beauty and grace that captivated him completely. He felt the urge to join her on the dance floor and so, he did. As he held her and their bodies moved in sync to the rhythm, he felt the music pulsing through his veins as he moved with her in perfect harmony. As he held her in his arms, he felt some kind of peace and solace in his heart, making him forget the betrayal