Unspoken Words Dramione Novels & Stories

When she had greeted him this morning, he had simply replied her quickly and walked away making her heart sink to the deepest pit of her stomach. Damien would steal glances at Kira and the moment he noticed that she was about to look his way, he'd looked away not wanting to be caught. He was battling with what he felt and refused to believe he did all of that in his own accord. He desperately wanted to believe Damon did all of that and not him. "Are you ready to speak now?" Draco asked and after finally giving up on being resistant, the creature nodded his head weakly. "Good. Now, let's begin with your name and what you bastards are really called. I'm curious buddy, what exactly are you peop

Like not having your favorite nourishment for a long time, you don’t know how much you want it until it was taken absent from you. She put their plates at the table, and they settled, eating a solid mix broil formula of her grandmother’s she had at last aced after being with Draco for the whole week. She realized that since she had been alone with him, he hadn’t communicated a single piece of the outrage she had experienced. There was dissatisfaction at his condition, beyond any doubt, but nothing remotely near to the individual who had attacked that man in the club.

She is my beloved, eternal, and sole. The final words "eternal and sole" hung in the air. Thunderous applause and cheers erupted from the crowd. The moment the vow left Draco's lips, he felt a sharp, violent cramp in his chest. His fingers twitched, and the Luna crown meant for Nanette nearly slipped from his grasp. She shot him an annoyed glare, so he had to force down the sudden, inexplicable dread. But even after the ceremony concluded, the panic didn't fade. Instead, it grew stronger.

she yelled in tears but it only made Damien's hold tighten. Lucas couldn't bear it. "Damien!" He yelled. "Why are you yelling my name, huh? I'm only trying to grant the lad's wish. Besides, I promised you a show. This is a great one. You should be enjoying the show with smoothies and popcorn and not calling my name like a maniac." Draco tried to break free once again, making a futile attempt to breathe but his struggle didn't work. His struggles slowed as he got weaker with each passing moment.

so much, that even a blind man would have been able to see it, which is why this person he has become is as painful as it is confusing. She purses her lips tightly, the agony in her heart too great to stifle, her tears too strong to hold back. She looks away from him, feeling used, discarded, worthless and empty. She places her hand over her ailing heart and looks at him in the mirror, about to speak when the elevator chimes and the door opens. “Watch what you drink at parties or don’t. I don’t care,” Draco says to her, exiting the elevator without sparing her another glance.

I had a bad premonition about this. “What! Darcy, you drugged me?” Ronan sounded shocked in the background, and so did I. “Yes, Ronan. I drugged you last night. I spiked the wine. You only took a few sips, but you felt the effect. I wanted you to make me feel like a woman finally, but no. How could you say you love me when you went to fu*k your wife instead?” Ronan was quiet, but I knew he would finally explode.

Text messages, private numbers, the secretariat backup email, and encrypted communication apps—I deleted everything. Goodbye, Aido. The Derocchi family didn't need a Madre who couldn't be acknowledged. I didn't need an absent husband. And Leo didn't need a father who had to stay hidden. From this moment on, Leo and I were gone from his life for good. … At the same time, in the Don's study, Aido woke earlier than usual. He'd barely slept, too busy replaying Leo's painfully distant "Don Derocchi" and the image of me walking away with our son without looking back once.

My face burned with regret as I tried to find the words. "Eleanor, I…" She shot me with a piercing glare, her voice sharp. "What? You want another round?" To my shock, she unbuttoned her blouse, baring herself. I chuckled bitterly and whispered, "I'm sorry. I had too much to drink." "Shawn, I hate you!" Eleanor declared as she put on her clothes. After that, she left, her face devoid of its usual warmth. Watching her walk out, my chest ached with shame. Yes, I was furious she was still doing this but forcing her like that was shameful of me.