Novel & Cerita The Troublesome Thing About Time Dramione

“Do you like pancakes, sexy?” Draco said as he clipped his cigar. When he heard nothing from her, he looked up with a smile at her confused face. “What does that have to do with my texts?” “The wh*re should be as flat as a pancake in another three minutes.” He tapped his phone and, when it came on, his eyes read the time. “Ah. Two minutes actually.” “No.” Ophelia gasped and almost fell. He stared at her in confusion now.

My dress feels damp with sweat, and my hair feels messy, like I've been through some kind of physical ordeal. When I check my phone, I'm shocked to see it's past 3 in the morning. That means we spent three hours in the woods, but it felt like only five minutes. Maybe ten at the most. How is that even possible? How could Dominic pull off something like that? What kind of power does he have that allows him to manipulate time itself?

"I have the official test report from the shaman here, as well as the formal diagnosis from the healer of the pack." I took slow, deliberate steps toward him. "Those so-called elixirs you prepared for me were Shadowmoon Drugs, right?" Damon, with his back against the wall, had no way out. "Please hear me out—" I could barely speak without trembling, saying, "It's been three years, Damon. You personally brewed this toxic drug for me for every full moon for three long years." Damon sounded very weak, saying, "I never intended to cause you any harm—"

She exhaled softly. “You keep calling it that.” “Because it is.” “Or maybe,” she said quietly, “you just don’t like not being in control.” That hit. Harder than anything else she’d said. Damon’s gaze sharpened. “This isn’t about control.” “Then what is it about?” A pause. Then— “…timing.” Lyra frowned slightly. “Timing?” “Yes.” “That doesn’t make sense.” “It does,” he said. “You’re still figuring out what you are. What you can do. And now—this—”

he murmured, voice low, “there’s something incredibly sexy about how powerful you are.” Raven smirked. “Careful, Damien. I could put a spell on you.” He gave her a crooked grin. “You already have.” But then, just for a heartbeat, his expression shifted—something flickered across his face, a shadow of concern. It was there and gone in a flash, but Raven didn’t miss it. “What?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “Now’s not the time,” he said, brushing it off. She stepped closer, tilting her head. “I disagree. We’re in a time bubble. Nothing bad is going to happen while we’re here, and who knows what’s waiting for us the moment we return. If there’s something you need to say, now is the perfect tim

*Plus you have the old wizard, who knows too much* Damon snarled in an Oblivious Drake direction, showing his red eyes through Damien's own blue one. Damien decided to break out of the mate conversation going on in his head. "Aren't you bored of that?" He sneered in his friend's direction. "Actually I enjoy seeing you drink yourself up. Aren't you bored just fucking around? You complian about getting bored of females. You cannot get bored of your mate" Drake told him. Damien couldn't fight the dark look on his face at the mention of mate. "I do not have a mate! What do thy think I do about that?"

How are you going to answer that? Draco never looked away from Daemon but his voice remained calm. "You're wasting time." "So that's a yes?" Daemon teased. "Daemon." His tone sharpened by a fraction. "Review the security footage." Daemon shook his head and said, "I'm in the middle of a conversation." "No." A pause. "You were." Another, "Now you're following orders." Daemon groaned loudly enough for everyone to hear. "You've become impossible." "I've always been impossible." Draco admitted back.

“Caretaker of her dying lover. Your taste in companions hasn’t improved at all.” Elena glared at him, but she didn't know how to respond to his obvious madness. Mara crossed her arms. “Okay, so I think I’ve got the picture clearly now. Evil twin brother, stolen pack…check. Damon’s poor decision making…double check. Is there anything else I need to be confused about or can this be the complete disaster story already?” Draco ignored her entirely again like he had been doing the whole time, focusing on Damon who now seemed to be the primary focus of his attention.

Jeremy, too, arrived and took his usual post, casual and controlled, as though he hadn’t been an accomplice to a nearly successful execution. Draco appeared at exactly 7:15am , once the doctor was gone. He entered like a storm that had decided to wait overnight. Dressed in a dark robe, his eyes scanned the room with thunderous intent. “I want everyone in this house present,” he said coldly. “Now.”

"You mean when you used to sneak into the kitchen at midnight for sweets, my Lord?" David smirked. "That's what Lan always does." "Hey!" Dylan protested. "Damien was with me, why are you blaming me?" Damien cleared his throat. "I was there to stop you from burning the kitchen, don't involve me." Mrs. Helen shook her head with amusement. "And now you’re all powerful Alpha kings, I'm quite surprised about how time flies....".she glanced at Dominic finally getting into serious discussion, "But, what made you call me back, my Lord?"