Novel & Cerita 101 Dalmatian Street Fanfiction

But after every meeting with Alan, Damien would complain about how bitchy—I taught him that word—Alan was, and how Alan always shifted randomly to flex his dark-furred wolf. Damien’s was white. Pure, majestic, beautiful— “Sera?” “Yes? Yes! Yes. The school. I… uh…will take the school and hope Shane isn’t as bitchy as his father.” Damien’s lips curled into a smile. Barely. It almost made things easier, like we were normal again and we both weren’t dying to see the other naked. I know I am. I fucking am. “Good.” Damien slipped past me, then paused before going up the stairs. “It’s dangerous to light fires in the house, child.”

I looked down. Damian was standing on the lawn below my balcony. He was wearing jeans and a hoodie, looking up at me. "You're supposed to be at the Estate," I whispered, leaning over the railing. "It's bad luck." "I make my own luck," Damian said. He effortlessly scaled the trellis something no Alpha should be doing and vaulted over the railing onto the balcony. He didn't touch me. He just stood there, breathing hard, his eyes devouring me. "I couldn't sleep," he confessed. "I kept thinking..." "Thinking what?" "Thinking that you might run," he said softly. "Old fears die hard, Helen. Part of me is still terrifyingly convinced that I'm going to wake up and find you gone. That this is all a d

7 Camilla settled down in her bed, she was finally in her room, she had stayed with Dante for two days before he finally repaired her door and allowed her to go back. Her cat sauntered to the bed and snuggled against her, she rubbed its soft fur as she thought about her current situation. She was very attracted to Dante, that was for sure, she wanted to sleep with him, that was also confirmed but did she want to fall in love with him? No! She immediately chided herself, Dante was a bad option for her, besides he didn't do love, he was a mafia head, he had no time for love, she was sure of that.

DAMON’S POV The neon lights flickered against the rain-soaked streets as Damon's chauffeur-driven car pulled up outside "The Rusty Tankard," a quaint pub nestled in the heart of Anbridge City. Damon exited the vehicle, his tailored suit impeccable despite the weather. As he stepped inside, the warmth of the pub enveloped him, and the chatter of patrons mingled with the clinking of glasses. Damon relished the anonymity the pub provided. Despite his status as a billionaire, he often found solace in places where his wealth didn't define him. He made his way to the bar, nodding to a few regulars who recognized him but respected his desire for privacy.

I hid behind a wall and glanced at her for a while. Olivia rants to herself like a crazy person, "How can someone be so cruel in love? Casanovas are the worst! Giving false hopes in love! I thought somehow Damon was different but he isn't! How can he be different?!" Then she suddenly shifts her topic and said, "I just remembered, I missed my dog from the orphanage! Ah but still that Damon is so annoying..." I chuckled at her endless rants, she looked cute but then I left.

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

"So you googled up its signs already. Are you able to concentrate reading? " "Pretty much. " "Late into the nights? " "Yep. " "Have a hold on making decisions, you get disoriented don't you? " "Hardly. I make a lot of them within reason. " "Snubbing your mom for certainly two weeks, I'd consider you did that within reason? " "Of course. "He added, tonelessly"Damaris is a prostitute let's not forget that. " "That's your mom you're trashing there? "

“It won't end there, you are going to do every damn thing I tell you to. From now on, you will be my loyal dog, to do as I please.” He smiled wittily. “As insulting as that sounds, I like it.” ‘The bastard,’ I hissed. Of course he'd do anything I ask of him, just because he wants to fuck. I rolled my eyes as I stepped out of the car. The thickness of the smoke choked my throat and I coughed. I had to cover my nose with a piece of cloth, then headed towards Damian. He was standing over Alpha North, blood coated the steel bars and dropped on the dry earth

Damian got up and paced the room, his mind racing. "Oh, my God, this is great news," Damian said, his voice laced with ambition. "I wonder how Devon would feel hearing this? His precious, perfect wife, the fake mother of his child, is being blackmailed by a scam artist who is sleeping with his cousin! The humiliation alone would kill Nana!"