Novelas y relatos de Antichrist Damien

Damian woke with a splitting headache and the weight of his choices pressing on his chest. He remembered the wedding, the whiskey, and that stranger’s voice — “Why don’t you hire a cookie?” But it wasn’t just the alcohol talking. The idea had stuck. He had money — more than he’d ever need — yet he couldn’t buy peace. Not love. Not closure. Maybe what he needed wasn’t comfort… maybe it was distraction. On his phone screen, the link still glowed, he was now in the website

Oh God, I’m crying out for an angelic helping hand which would protect me with all might as the thunderstorm roars through my life I know there is no hiding place but only my almighty God in thee Hide me under your powerful wings where I’ll be secured indeed Turn the rainstorm down on this darkly gruesome yet awesome tempest I know you’re in control God but I’m so tired and drained These things are all your work so I know it’s meant to be only give me wisdom to do what’s expected of me There are precautions I must take as yet on earth I live my life I know I must keep praying and your blessings you will grace my soul. But now, I am tired and I can’t live anymore. Please, accept me in your ar

His voice was shaking with devilishness, making me shiver. "Why are you doing this, Damien? I am already following your orders," I cried. "Not the way I want!" He replied What else does he want? The only thing that was remaining was to ask him if I could breathe or not. "I want to break your spirit so that you can never think about going against me," he said dangerously in my ear. "Do you think I am a fool?" He moved around the gun we were holding and placed it on my temple. It relieved me to know that, finally, my brother was not the target. I would be more than happy if he just pulled the trigger and killed me.

Alexandro responded. "Alright, Noted." Daniel bowed and turned to leave. Alexandro smiled as soon as Daniel left. He will have everything that belongs to him soon. Everything he wanted from Damien's father. Yes, he's greedy. He knows that and he doesn't care about that. He just wanna have everything to him self alone. Only him. ************************ Damien turned to his doctor and said, " Am i okay to go back home?" He asked Mrs Thompson. "No!" The woman replied sharply.

Don't judge, don't judge, you've got no right to judge " Something bothering you?" " Jesus Christ! What the hell?!" " Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just saw you standing here alone and I thought I'd come say hi " He stretched out a hand to her " My name is Damien " " I don't really care. I don't know why you keep appearing out of God damn nowhere "

Only one person addresses him that way and even if he was on his deathbed and he heard this voice, he would still recognize it. A huge frown suddenly settled on Damien 's face and he sharply turned around. There he was, the big and confident Williams, who had his hands crossed against his chest and a huge and disgusting smirk plastered on his face. "What do you want, Williams?" Immediately Damien said that, Williams suddenly bursted into a malicious laughter. Alex and Tobias quickly exchanged a look and they looked back at the dramatic Williams, who was busy putting on a show right before them. Damien walked towards him and he stopped just when he was a few feet away from him. Williams did t

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

The kind of presence that made the air feel smaller. Not Andrew. But the relief curdled in my veins the moment I saw his face. I knew him. And somehow… that made my blood run colder. With Andrew, I could play the part…cry, plead, twist the story until he loosened his grip. I knew his weaknesses. But this man? This Damien guy? He didn’t look like the kind you could bargain with. He looked like the devil dressed in human skin… the kind that didn’t just take souls…he kept them.

he said a bit guarded. “Calvin, I’ll just be frank with you, the Oracles have already denied her killing as unjustified to all the Councils,” I said. “What gave you the idea that I would want her dead?” he asked me. “She writes about wolf packs, there have already been two attempts at contact that has been dealt with,” I said. “Damon, let me be frank with you now, I don’t want her dead, I intend to take her as my bonded half,” he said.