Anya Punch Damian Novels & Stories

Jane said, Damion took out his wallet and removed a black credit card. "Take this and I must see that you use it". He said, giving the card to Jane, looking serious. Jane took it without saying anything further. I guess he knows when not to argue. "Alright, you guys should have fun, but make sure you answer whenever I call or message you". He said and Jane nodded before they both kissed each other again. "Don't miss me too much". Jane said and stood up. "Have fun. See you later Dave". Damion said and I nodded. Jane held my hand and pulled me out of the office and we headed back downstairs and out the door. My eyes went wide when we stepped out and I saw a fucking Lamborghini Aventador S..

“Sir, buy fresh plantain chips. Very crunchy.” Her voice. Older. But the same tone. The same rhythm. Damian rolled the window down halfway. “How much?” he asked politely. I felt like I was suffocating. “Five hundred, sir.” Damian smiled slightly. “Give me two.” My heart nearly burst. Two? He reached for his wallet. And in that moment— She leaned slightly to see inside the car. Our eyes met. Just for a second. Time froze. Her brows furrowed slightly.

A grunt escaped Damien as he asked once again, "I repeat, what is your mission here?" Once again, he was met with silence. He knew they had heard him but had refused to respond to him on purpose. After they were done circling and assessing him, with a howl from the leader who had the darkest fur, they all attacked him at once. Damien groaned, dodging bites and claws while he as well clawed them back and snapped his jaw at him. He was able to take down four of the attackers until an arrow priced into his skin. Damien staggered backward, grunting as he felt a burning sensation at the site of the hit. He tried to remain conscious to continue fighting as the attackers didn't stop attacking him.

Me: (sent him all the pictures and videos of me on his clothes). Damien: I need sunglasses! You are glowing too much, my eyes might hurt. Me: You like them? Damien: Babe😍 you are hot🔥. Is that you shaking my butt? Me: 😂,I was playing around. Damien: I will like to see you shake them tonight. Me: I will think about it. Damien: I will help you think fast. Is that my Nike? Me: It is mine now! Damien: Silly! You look great in it.

Connor taunted back, making her throw yet another pillow. Damien chuckled, watching their banter.

Henry’s POV “That punk—I am going to punch off all his teeth if I ever see him again. Urrrhh,” Damien growled as he stood up. He crushed the letter into a ball and flung it across the room; it landed in front of Daniel’s feet. When did he come? As Damien was about to punch the wall, Daniel breezed past me, his speed making my hair wave. He blocked Damien from punching the wall. “Stop,” Daniel growled.

Avery didn’t get to finish since Ian launched a punch in Damian’s face after his conclusion. “D’you think you can do whatever the fuck you want because I let you be, as you’re Avery’s friend?” Ian asked before punching Damian again while his other hand tightened Damian’s neck as they both fell to the ground and Ian trapped Damian under him, a hand to his neck and the other ready to throw another punch to his face. “Ian! Let go of him!” Avery tried to stop him while Damian tried to free his neck from his hold. “You fucking bastard, she’s my mate; how dare you force—”

He dropped the bag and rushed out, his eyes scanning the scene until he spotted Blaire. "Blaire!" he shouted, his voice filled with panic and fury. The thugs hesitated for a moment, startled by his sudden appearance. That hesitation was all Damien needed. Fueled by adrenaline, he charged at them, his focus solely on Blaire’s safety. The man holding her arm turned to face Damien, swinging a fist toward him. Damien dodged, countering with a solid punch to the man’s jaw. The thug staggered backward, releasing Blaire in the process.

“I’m sure she’s also in it for your money and nothing else seeing as your personality isn’t something to write home about. Money’s the only thing a prude like you can offer.” “And what can you? A trip to the dollar store? Snap out of it Damie. You don’t measure up to her standards.” “Neither do you.” “That’s where you’re wrong.” He swung at Damian and missed. “Try harder, big guy.” “Definitely.” Ace sniggered as he took Damian unaware. “Son of a bitch.” The latter crashed to the ground. Ace dealt him another punch and he could barely remain conscious, not to talk more of getting up.

The shock of the punch left him dizzy for a moment, but the anger rising inside him burned just as fiercely. “Damian!” Racheal’s voice cut through the room, sharp and filled with panic. She rushed between them, pushing against Damian’s chest with both hands, trying to stop him from going in for another punch. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide with shock and anger. “What the hell are you doing?!” “What am I doing?” Damian spat, his chest heaving as he glared over Racheal’s shoulder at Victor. His nostrils flared, fists still clenched tightly at his sides. “What the hell is *he* doing here?”