This Thing Between Us Dramione Novels & Stories

My other hand tightened into a fist. Although I didn’t say it back, I touched her like she wanted me to, letting her make love to me — but inside, I was somewhere entirely else. For some odd reason, my mind couldn’t stop replaying the image of Zanye’s smile — and somehow, that’s what helped me get through it. Until she finally collapsed beside me, breathless and satisfied. **** “What’s the relationship between Luna Selene and Alpha Damon?” I asked, seated in an almost isolated part of the mansion where I had a clear view of everything happening outside.

She frowned with familiarity. "Was I here before?" She asked. "No!" Liam answered without thinking because he understood that she was having a flashback. "No, maybe I was... This has happened before." She said as her heart picked up the pace. "Don't make things complicated, Elena." Liam looked at her sternly. "Well, things won't be as complicated as now if you just accept that you know me... I don't know why you are denying." She got up madly. "Thank you for the breakfast, Mrs Lisa..."

He took the glass from my hand, sipping it. “Hey. that’s mine, go get yours”, I protested. “I leave just for a few minutes and you’re trying to get my fiancee drunk?”, he sent a pointed look at Reese. “Not drunk, just tipsy enough to deal with your flings' ', She sipped her drink, “Do you know how hard it is just standing here calmly instead of walking towards that plastic blonde and pulling her hair out?” she pointed at Arthur. Okay, Reese was leaning more toward drunk and not tipsy. A fine young man walked up to Reese asking her to dance.

"Cut." Stuart said and it's a wrap. Our drama is done. "Thankyou." I bowed to all the staff and after this we have an interview about our drama. Me and Sky never talked again. We both are in our own world. We work and work only, we only talk when camera roll and still our chemistry is good.

Just a crumpled napkin left behind like some kind of signature. I exhaled slowly and started toward my car. Why hadn’t I said hi? Would it have been weird? Or would he have wanted me to? I wasn’t sure anymore. I wasn’t even sure what we were to each other. Not friends. Not exactly enemies. Something else. Something in between. Entangled. That was the word. Like wires twisted together. A connection that shouldn’t exist but somehow did. And now Malik had seen it—well, part of it. And his warning was just the echo of what I already knew.

He clasped both hands on my shoulders and hissed, "Calm down. Just let them laugh. It'll pass. Don't make it awkward for everyone. It's Zoe's night. Can you not steal her thunder?" I stared at him, utterly dumbstruck at his audacity. Then, I slapped Tim hard enough to leave a burning red mark. Everyone fell into silence as if they'd just gotten their pause button hit. "I see everyone's eager for drama. Then, feast your eyes on something better!" Henry played the video and projected it onto the big screen in the hall. Once the first scene started playing, all the color disappeared from Tim's face. Meanwhile, the guests gasped in visible surprise.

“Exactly. Enough leverage to dismantle me without ever firing a shot.” She met his gaze. “Then we fight back. Together.” His brow furrowed. “Together?” “Yes,” she said firmly. “But that means no more secrets. I can’t help you if I’m blind.” He studied her for a long moment, as if weighing whether to trust her with the full weight of what he knew. Then he said, “There’s something else.” Before he could explain, the study door burst open. Elena stood there, breathless. “Senor there is a delivery for Senora Lucy. It was left at the gate.”

“You look tense, Dee. This about… you-know-who?” I shot her a sideways glance. “Are we talking about Voldemort or the guy from my past?” “Thin line,” she said without missing a beat. Sheena wandered in too, swiping a carrot slice off Maritza’s cutting board. “The only difference is that Voldemort never kissed Dianna on a balcony.” Maritza choked on a laugh, Ash looked confused, and I just let out a long sigh. “Thanks for that extremely helpful input, Sheena. Now everyone can go ahead and write their own memoir about my love life.”

Tears had weld up in her eyes as she darted to the staircase. “Didn’t want to finish it?” I teased. “Jasmine will be pissed off enough after the show we put on. She tends to be the jealous type and although we aren’t official, we don’t share.” Damian admitted. He rubbed the back of his neck before walking out. “I need a drink.” “Make it two.” I said as I followed him to the kitchen.

⸻ That Night In bed, wrapped in soft sheets and half-asleep limbs, Elena whispered into the dark: “I submitted a new series to the gallery.” Adrian’s voice was low. “Yeah?” “They want to feature it. In a permanent collection.” He smiled in the dark. “Proud of you.” “There’s more.” She hesitated. Then: “I named the series Falling Between Us.” Adrian turned toward her, fully awake now. “And why that?” “Because everything we thought was a fall…” she whispered, “turned out to be a way forward.” He kissed her forehead.