Novel & Cerita Anya X Damian Fanfiction

God, I missed my job. I glanced at the images: the afternoon sky, a lush garden, a mountain view, a decorated hall…then Jace and a woman on a stage, a brand-new car in the next photo. Wait…Jace? I swiped back furiously. “Uhm…Damien? Where did you get this?” My voice was cautious, trembling. “Yeah. At the birthday party. He’s Ariana’s fiancé,” Damien replied casually. “Okay… No wait. What?” I shot up from the bed, panic flaring. It can’t be…

ESNA could always use more wealthy patrons. “A good review and a donation to your academy?” Damian said, walking towards his seat to grab his jacket. “Do you always dream so small?” “Your word Mr. Ricci. Not mine.” “Very well.” Damian said, nodding, “In one year, when it’s time to leave Seattle, I’ll sign any recommendation you write.” he paused, “If, however, any harm were to befall my nephew…” he glared, looking into Cassie’s eyes, scanning her face. Looking as if he was counting how many freckles she had on her face, “You’ll wish you’d died protecting him.” he whispered into her ear.

said Estefanía. “Hated by most,” added Maritza. The girl, Lara, was tall, slim, and blonde. Very pretty, to be honest. “She’s Damian’s girlfriend,” Lana told me. Damian, as always, was expressionless. They passed by us without even glancing our way. Who did they think they were? The town's royalty? I rolled my eyes and focused on the rides. I wanted to have fun tonight.

He could see the flush on my cheeks. He could see the way my chest was heaving. He knew exactly what his father was doing to me under the table, and the sheer, helpless jealousy radiating off him was almost enough to make me dizzy. "It seems we’re missing one tonight," Arthur said casually, cutting into his meat. He didn't even glance at Leo. "My eldest son, Damian, decided to skip dinner. He’s handling some... delicate security matters downtown." My heart literally skipped a beat. *Damian.*

But the words barely registered. Aliyah just kept smiling. It was unnerving, the way she leaned forward every time Zinna mentioned Damien’s name. Like she was enjoying a private joke. “So,” she said finally, setting her drink down with a small, dramatic sigh. “Zinna, I didn’t know your brother was seeing someone.” Zinna blinked, surprised. “What?” “Damien,” she clarified, voice syrupy. “He didn’t tell you?” Zinna frowned slightly, shaking her head. “No, he didn’t mention anything. Wait—he’s seeing someone?”

“Well, maybe I am not ready for it, Zara. Gosh! I can’t. The thought alone overwhelmed me.” “Are you kidding me? You are eighteen, darling! Why are you starving the young man? He might have stopped having s3x since you two got married,” I shrugged “It’s no big deal,” “Are you kidding me now? It might not be a big deal for you, but the news have it that Damian is a s3x freak! He is rumoured to have bedded a lot of women in his world tours,” “Gross! I don’t want to hear anymore,” I said, shutting my ears with my hands.

"I wanted to see you and Damien." Damien entered from the adjacent room, his eyes shadowed. "Mother," he greeted and leaned down slightly to give her a hug. Astraea stepped back and looked between us. "I heard about Martin. I was hoping it was just rumors." "Unfortunately, it wasn’t," Damien replied flatly. We moved to the sitting area, and Luna Astraea settled into the velvet couch. She looked more tired than usual, her usual glow dulled by concern. "I still can’t believe Diana is his mate," she murmured. "But even more so—that she still wanted you, Damien."

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.

Aleksander threatened while staring at a now shaking Annabell. He took off the mouth gag and motioned for her to speak. “I never slept with Damien. That day at the party, my agent called me to come act as his date to make you jealous,” My eyes widened as she told me this. “But I also fell for him in that short moment even if it was all acting. And I could not fathom why he could want a nobody like you. Rejecting me, a famous actress for you.” Annabell continued, “So i researched and found out more about Damien. I found out about their father, how Damien really looked up to the man and was an obedient son.”

“You’ll agree with me that Anthony’s girlfriend is a beauty,” Damian said from across Ranya, munching on the pizza they had brought to Ranya’s home. He was already clad in Ranya’s clothes. “Why are you telling me that?” Ranya asked, annoyed. This was why he didn’t want Damian around. He’s a pain in the ass. “You were ogling at her, too. I saw you continuously glaring at the pretty woman,” Damian continued, ignoring Ranya’s displeased snort.