Till Death Do Us Part Dramione Novels & Stories

Ed Sheeran's Perfect, started playing on loudspeakers. “Let's give the groom and his bride a round of applause as they make it to the floor.” The MCs voice said above the soothing music. As we stood up and walked to the center that was designed to be the dance section, I gave Ivan some final warnings. “When the first verse is done, place your head on me and try to look at me with love.” “I'm only doing this, because you agreed to help out with the merger. Keep that at the back of your mind.”

“I, Draco Riordan, take you, Luna Granger, as my wife, to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health. I promise before God and these witnesses to always love and cherish you, until death do us part.”

"For the thousandth time, I've told you that I'm Ronnie Hartman and I'm a tech expert. The late Dre Sinclair was the love of my life. So, tell me, why the hell would I want her dead?" "I don't know. You tell me." Ronnie did not know what to make of the question. He was equally going through a lot of pain because of Dre's death but none of them seemed to be getting that fact. Did they think it was easy for him? He'd gone back to the events of about six hours before the time when Dre supposedly died. He was with her and they had a semi-happy time together. But then, he'd dropped her off at her house and that was the last time he saw her. So, when did he manage to have her killed?

Come morning, we could deal with our reality, but this moment was about me and Thane. A man and a woman who loved each other, love each other, and would forever do so, till death do them part.

The first thing that appeared on screen was chunks of flesh flying around, and blood splattered everywhere. The video was crystal clear. Every face and every voice was captured perfectly. "This is just a minor accident. Only one person died. You won't lose anything even if you bear the main responsibility…" "One person died, and you call that a minor accident?" In the video, my furious outburst, Bertha's indifference, and Owen's coaxing and tempting Logan were all recorded clearly. According to the influencer, as it was summer break and the campus was empty, she'd gone to shoot some content, pretending to be a student.

"She took her own life an hour after I left. So, I went back to her mother, got to know Shawn, and made a plan to steal his heart. "That was when I got to know Nancy." I looked at Nancy. Her eyes were still red-rimmed. "She's also one of Shawn Goodall's victims. We struck a partnership. Well, we're the only allies we have." I took a deep breath. Something within me was cut loose. "I was going to spend the 75 grand on Queenie's mother so she could live until justice caught up to her. However, she trusted Shawn too easily and gave him my account's PIN.

" At first, I was furious at her words. Jason and I grew up together and had long been the most important people in each other's lives. Who was she, a mere assistant, to decide our future? Yet when I scolded her and tried to gesture for her to leave, I realized my fingers were weak, and I couldn't lift my arm. Freya looked at me with pity. "Ms. Moyer, you love Mr. Thorne so much. Do you really want to die without dignity in front of him? I feel sorry for you. "Listen to me. The moment you were diagnosed, you two were no longer a match. Stop exhausting the love between you. "If you're going to die, don't drag him down with you. Leave with some dignity. I'll take good care of Mr. Thorne from n

Another voice cackled, "Nah, she's too busy starring in her own tragedy!" Laughter exploded again—ugly, roaring, cruel. Through the blur, I saw Carlo glance my way. Just once. Then he dipped his head toward Gianna's chest. And time stopped. The pain hit fast—sharp, brutal. The pie I'd baked for us? Just another prop in their sleazy little show. I tried to move, crawl, anything—but the second I pushed up, the world dimmed to black. My body refused to fight. Then it hit me—my spare pill. I'd shoved it into my coat pocket days ago.

I hovered around her, quietly watching this scene. I really did not understand. I was dead. What was the point of her doing all this? So that she could be moved by her own actions? Or was she trying to lighten her guilt? I realized that I did not know her at all. Even after my death, I still did not know her. It was not until the evening that Nate grimly kicked the door open and stuffed my urn into her arms. "I finally know why you and Jason are together. You two are equally nuts! Just get lost!"

"Thanks so much for agreeing to be mine baby. I promise to try my very best to be almost a near perfect husband and mate to you.” Meagan placed her forehead against his as she smiled widely. "I don't doubt any of your promise. I promise to be a diligent wife as much as I can too." Carl held out his pinky finger. “So till death do us part." Meagan crossed her fingers with his finger as she cooed. "Till death do us part." *********************** (THE PRESENT DAY)