Till Death Do Us Part Dramione Novels & Stories

Those can be easily modified anyway. This realisation puts him in even greater confusion. Draco had died right in front of his eyes. He had watched him until he took his last breath. Besides, the amount of wolfsbane he had been poisoned with should have been more than enough to kill five people. How did he survive it if he truly is Draco? Yet the resemblance is uncanny and he does not know what to believe right now. The pole dancer finishes her performance at the same time Draco empties his glass.

Because the tape Vivian had prepared wasn't going to play. Not tonight. Earlier that afternoon, while everyone was busy preparing for the party, I had made sure the original tape was replaced. The staff member inserted it into the projector. The screen flickered. Then the first image appeared. Adrian and I stood together beneath a beautiful wedding arch. Our wedding day. The day I had once believed would be the beginning of my forever with him. The room went completely silent. A picture appeared on the screen of Adrian standing beside me in his wedding suit, his hand resting around my waist while I smiled beside him.

he says, grabbing my attention. "I, Jaden Baker take you, Dalia Shaw to be my wife. To love and to hold in sickness and in health, in richness and in poverty, to honor and revere you until death do us part," he stares me intensely as he says the words, as though he means them.

Mile nodded weakly. "I know Damon. It's hard for her to see me die daily in front of her, but I have only a few days left with her. And I want to live fully with her before saying my final goodbye, but My body is not supporting me and my wishes." Said Mile and cried. Damon wiped his tears and sobbed because seeing lovers about to say good-bye to each other made him feel hurt because when he was in the center, for him, it was like he was dying.

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

What if I would say that he was my only love, my forbidden love. -"Listen I am sorry about the damage I really didn't want that your life would be in a danger, but somehow I manage to bring to people a death, just being with them," I said to him with deep sight. I know that I destroyed his easy comfortable life and took him into danger. Jack killed a vampire because of me. Because I was a coward and didn't stand for him. Because I was afraid even to breathe when I saw Jack so fury. And I hate that for myself. He was killed because of me and I even didn't know his name. And now he is gone.

"Don't look for the dead! The dead can't come back to life so don't ask me any more questions about him!" As Dymon said, I was the one who stood up. And the shoulder shaking made me cry. That's how true my dream is. Don Jose was gone so he said goodbye and asked for my forgiveness in the dream. Dymon laughed loudly and punched the glass. He was trying to break it so he could reach me. He screamed while his hand was bleeding from the punch. The police immediately entered Dymon's room and electrocuted him. He quickly lost consciousness and fell to the floor.

Noemi's POV "Signorina Naldoni, are you sure you want to 'fall to your death' at the wedding three days from now? The whole thing's gonna be livestreamed." "Yes. I'm sure." The staffer tried again. "It'll be broadcast worldwide. Once you fake your death, that identity's gone for good. You sure you wanna walk away from being the Donna?" I tightened my grip on the proposal in my hand. My eyes stung, but my voice didn't shake.

"Flora, stop putting on this pathetic act in front of me. Do you think pretending to be dead will work? Let me tell you—" She pulled, but the body didn't move at all. She froze stiffly mid-motion. "Please sign, Ms. Saddler. This is indeed her. We've already conducted a DNA test to confirm it. There's no mistake. After she fell from the stage, her spine was shattered. Normally, that alone wouldn't have caused her death." He hesitated and paused for a few seconds before adding, "However, her body was wrecked. As you've seen, she had too many injuries. The complications that arose out of her injury this time took a life within a short time.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."