Anya X Damian Novels & Stories

"I met an old friend and he kept insisting that I stay with him for the rest of the night. I tried to refuse a bunch of times but he won't let me." "He?" Damian scoffed, "Was it really a guy?" He raised an eyebrow, internally slapping Peter's face because he already knew everything from Killian. "What do you mean?" The blond widened his eyes. "Nothing." Damian sighed. "I gotta go anyway." "Where are you going?" "Meeting my friend." Damian faked a smile and headed to the bus stop. "Which friend? Juliette? She's at the studio." Peter followed him. "I have other friends aside from Juliette," Damian said, coldly. "Very nice, gentle and handsome friends."

"Ahhh!" "Rest for a moment, my love. So it'll get even hotter later," Issabella said, swaying her hips intentionally, trying to stir Damian's soul. Damian coughed, then laid down, playing with his phone. He replied to Martha's messages, telling her that he had some sudden business out of town and couldn't come home until tomorrow afternoon. After replying to Martha's messages, Damian explored social media. He opened his I*******m and scrolled down until his fingers stopped at a post featuring a man and a woman relaxing while a toddler boy laughed joyfully between them.

“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.

“It happens.” “Since when? Last I checked, you’ve been a vault since Isabel died.” Damian’s jaw tightened just slightly at the mention of his late wife, but his eyes didn’t waver. “That was then. This is now.” Lennox narrowed his eyes, a mix of curiosity and concern creeping in. “Who is she?” Damian didn’t hesitate. “Ximena Antonio.” Silence stretched between them for a full five seconds. “Wait—*the* Ximena Antonio?” Lennox asked, clearly stunned. “As in Miguel Ricardo’s ex-wife? That Ximena?”

“I don’t know if it’s just in my head, but I don’t think this is about the driving. There’s more to this, isn’t there? So say it. Tell me.” Her answer came like a knife slipping quietly between ribs. “Fine, Damian. I don’t want to do this anymore.” Oh. My. God. Silence. Then his voice again, trembling. “There’s someone else, isn’t there?” She didn’t reply. “Damn it, Ann, answer me!” he shouted. “Yes,” she whisper-yelled, voice breaking. “I knew it!” Damian’s voice cracked, angry, disbelieving. “Why, Anny?” “Come on, Damian. Even you’ll agree the only thing connecting us these days is sex.”

"Please invest in this project.. otherwise my dad would kill me..not kill exactly he'd humiliate me and my reputation shouldn't be at stake this way, I just got into my girl's good books and I don't want to mess that up" Damien's lips curved upward into a cunning smile, this wasn't the first, second, third or fourth time he has heard this storyline from Xander.. "Fine! I'll help..I'll see what I can do tomorrow at the office..but this would be the last time" "Thanks man.." Xander's face suddenly turned serious as he leaned forward a bit to Damien when he spotted something on the latter's neck.. "Is that a hickey on your neck?" he asked in surprise and disbelief..

But instead, it was Damian. “Damian?” I said, surprised. “What are you doing here?” He stepped inside, his expression serious but calm. “I came to talk,” he said simply. Olivia and Mildred exchanged glances but didn’t say anything. They stayed where they were, watching quietly. “What is it?” I asked, folding my arms. Damian walked closer, stopping a few steps away from me. “I know you’re planning to spend the night with Rylan,” he said, his tone steady.

You are really one god-damned psycho. REX/ THE BASTARD/ GOOD DAMMED PSYCHO: you think. Imagine all the fun ways I can kill you. Taking out one organ after the other. AUTHOR: Hell. I didn't sign up for this. *Runs away with inhuman speed.* Now where is our Zacky body. ★★★★★ AUTHOR: oh my gwad Zack. How are you doing? ZACK: Am fine. Thank you bekky6. AUTHOR: So how do you feel about having a male mate?

She let go and leaned back, putting her arms behind her to prop her up. Damien let his gaze follow the curves of her body, when he got to her crotch; he chuffed and then looked up at her face, then looked back down to her crotch. She looked down to see what had amused him so much and then she cursed. The light blue of her denim had turned very dark right in the center; she had soaked through her panties, leaving a large damp splotch in her jeans. Before she could stop him, he stuck his nose right in her crotch and sniffed. He kept his nose there, and then looked up to meet her gaze. She looked down at him and grinned, blushing a very deep red. When she didn't push his head out of her lap, he

I’m right here, people. Kiara flips her palms up. “Exactly.” Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Axel, dear,” she says sweetly, wiggling her eyebrows at me, “is Damion still such a hunk?” I pout. “I don’t know what a hunk is,” Axel replies dryly. “Is he still beautiful?” she tries again.