Unspoken Words Dramione Novels & Stories

What he hadn’t prepared us for was this; doubt that didn’t announce itself with claws or blood, but with reasoned words and sympathetic smiles. I rose before dawn, dressing in silence as pale light crept across the room. Damon stirred when I moved toward the window. “You didn’t sleep,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “No,” I admitted. “But I thought. A lot.” That earned his full attention. I turned to face him. “We have a problem.” He didn’t interrupt. Damon had learned, through loss and war, that when I said those words, I wasn’t speculating. “Mara,” I said. “She’s been speaking with someone from Ravencrest.”

Aspen says. “I feel the same way, Aspen. I am in love with you. I have known since the day in the water that you were the one for me,” I say. Draco spoils our tender moment as he comes back into the room. “If you two are through with this moment you are having, we need to work out a plan to go get Deanne; come on. I swear the two of you cannot keep your hands off each other. You two will be having some of those tribrid babies before long,” Draco says.

The words were barely above a whisper. Damien remained still. His gaze stayed fixed on the map. For a moment she thought he wouldn't answer. Then his jaw tightened. "Don't thank me yet." His voice sounded rough. Raw. Like every word cost him something. Elena lowered her eyes. Because she understood. Nothing had been won. Not yet. Draco was still out there. Still waiting. Still depending on them. Damien finally spoke again. This time without looking at her. Without hesitation. Without realizing the impact his words would have.

Lilian grabbed Draco’s sleeve and spoke, “Come with me, I have something to tell you.” She then proceeded to look at her husband and shout at the top of her lungs, “Old man Turk Scotson! Come here!” Mr. Scotson quickly made his way toward his wife. The family of three stood in a corner where no one was around and began talking. Draco, who was fuming, began questioning, “Mother, what in the world are you doing? Do you truly want to see me unhappy?”

The room went quiet again before Sophia finally whispered: “Please don’t tell papà.” I looked at her for a long moment. Then nodded once. “I won’t.” Relief flooded her face so quickly it almost hurt to look at. And somehow…. that terrified me the most. ******* The drive to the studio should’ve been peaceful. Instead Draco had other things in mind. Out of all my cousins Draco is the only one completely incapable of keeping a woman. "So," Draco said, adjusting his mirror so he could see me. "Tell me about this dance thing. You gonna shake your ass for a bunch of people?"

With that tiny speech she opened the door as Liana opened her eyes and smiled at me. It melted my heart. I ran to embrace her, nullifying in front of everyone, my own claim that we were not at all married. I could hear Liana smile broaden as she held me tighter. " I did not expect you would come around so fast. I am so glad that you did. " I planted a kiss right at the back of her shoulder. She moved as it tingled her senses. " Stop it Draco. Everyone is watching. Where did you leave Damian? Is he with mother? Ahhh! He must have been so scared to see mother in such a state. My poor baby. I can't wait to see him. "

Noir visibly relaxed and pulled Ophelia closer to his side, kissing her head and pulling Ophelia closer to his side, kissing her head and calming his wolf. “Maybe, we could save all the PDA for the bedroom 'cause this is honestly creeping me out”, Damon made a face. Noir whispered into Ophelia’s ear “He’s jealous, he’s unmated”, and Ophelia giggled. “I heard you”, Damon said in a sing-song manner and they all laughed. “I still didn’t get your name though” “Ophelia”, Ophelia said for the first time since the meeting. “Cool, you sound French though, are you?”

The sight softened something inside Serena. Kael adjusted Lia's weight against him. Then looked up. Straight at Serena. Neither of them spoke. They didn't need to. Something unspoken passed between them. Then Damon cleared his throat loudly. Very loudly. The spell shattered immediately. Serena looked away first. And Damon... Damon looked entirely too amused. As though he had just figured out something neither of them was ready to admit.

Why do bad things happen so fast… Why now after I thought things had finally fallen into place… Tears clouded my eyes as the room emptied, leaving only Damon and me. My chest felt hollow and heavy as I stared up and met his gaze. “I just need one word from you. Did you spy on me for Elder Wraith?” “Damon please can you listen to me–” “Just one word,” he demanded sharply, his tone rough. The way he stared at me burned me to my insides! I swallowed painfully before I finally answered him.

He grumbled and she chewed on her lower lip sheepishly. "I don't like how she wolves ogle you," She murmured softly and he went stiff when she licked his ear lobe deliberately. "I'm not going anywhere," He grumbled. "So am I," She pulled back winking at him and he felt his pants tighten. They danced for a while and then he stopped. He had to. If he kept dancing then he might end up taking her then and there. Draco saw his brother stepping out of the hall. He mind-linked Ezra who instantly came to stand closer to Fiona. Draco excuses himself as he steps out and follows his brother to the backyard.