Dam Game Novels & Stories

Maybe the members could actually help me, with that i decided to d******d the platform and get into the group. Operation: Seduce Damian is ongoing.

“Right now. And I will give you the children and the drive. You can walk away from all of this.” Damien looked at me. His finger was on the trigger. I stood there. I did not move. Liam and Rose were watching. My mother was waiting. Damien’s hand was steady. He looked at me one last time. Then he spoke. “I am sorry,” he said. He pulled the trigger.

As he was not scared of Damon's return, he already had plans to secure his future, knowing that his father couldn't be trusted. As he arrived home, Damian was welcomed by Jeff, who gave him an overview of their company and the recent attack of the M-group on one of their warehouses. "See to this," Damian said, and Jeff immediately understood the clue. He left the residence at that night hour to launch an attack back on one of the M-group's warehouses. It was an eye for an eye. Meanwhile, Damian went back to his home office. He had other businesses that were flourishing under his offshore account, and his father wasn't aware of that. Damian already knew that a day will come when his family wi

Damien was the guardian in the shadows, the one who would protect from a distance—even if it broke him. His phone buzzed with a new alert. Lucas Brandt had just crossed into Canada. Damien’s expression hardened. So the game had begun. And they weren’t just playing for power anymore. They were playing for legacy. For blood. For survival.

And Damian… Damian is a Lycan blooded Alpha. Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t last one second. But still, my eyes flick toward the heavy lamp. The corner table. The chair leg. I run through every weapon I could use—every opening I might find. But the answers are all the same. He’s stronger and he will win. The mattress creaks as I sit, bones stiff with dread. I stare at the floor, the lingerie clinging to my damp skin, praying for some miracle, some divine intervention—

Serena cried out, “They’re breaking through!” The Sorority Wing – Connected Building They had no choice but to push forward. The dorms were connected by a skybridge. As they crossed, Damien froze. A group of infected sorority girls — including one he had fed from consensually just two nights ago — charged them. Their once-beautiful faces were twisted, designer clothes ripped and bloody. Damien moved like a ghost. He snapped necks with cold efficiency, but each kill carved another piece out of him. “They were innocent,” he whispered after the last one fell. “This virus doesn’t care about bloodlines or covens or packs. It takes everything.”

His parting words echoed hauntingly, "Remember this day, Dax, for it shall be embedded in your memory until we meet again." Dax stood there, a mix of frustration and bewilderment swirling within him. He clutched his chest, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and confusion. He knew that the encounter with Damien marked the beginning of a dark chapter, one that would test his strength and resilience like never before.

It was his most dreaded enemy. "What are you doing here?" Dan asked his brother, Damian. Damian pointed the hose in his direction as the water attempted to pour out on Dan. Dan immediately jolted and ran to dry ground. "What the hell?!!" He shouted out loud, "are you out of your mind?" He asked his little brother. Damian smirked. He continued to pour water around the compound. Dave was burning and begged to be helped but Damian allowed him burn. He burnt to the ground. The fire had soon quenched as Damian dropped the hose and jumped down from the roof.

Leah was busy typing instant ideas in her head, which she knew the company she was going to work with was a well-known Champagne company, but she didn't know too much about the company called D&D. "Bonjour everyone, sorry we're a bit late," hearing a familiar voice in her ear made Leah look up immediately. She was wide-eyed when she found Damien appeared in front of her again and again, This couldn't be a coincidence, could it? *****

I bent slightly, reaching for the hem of my shirt, when the tent flap whipped open and Damien walked in. Not the person I wanted to see right now but I was going to see him later. Damien looked like hell, he was literally covered in blood and a few but deep bite marks. I frowned, locking eyes with him. He looked like he was seconds away from exploding and I wasn't in the mood for that. “Can I help you?” I frowned. “What the hell was that?” he finally asked. I blinked, confused. “What?” “That war,” he said. “What the hell was that?”