Dam Game Novels & Stories

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.

"Why did you have to kill them so brutally? There's lots of punishment they can..." "Undergo?" Damien cut her off, "And what has that got to do with you? You shouldn't concern yourself with things like that." "It doesn't sit well with me; I do not like it," Emberlynn said. Damien sniggered, setting the glass with him on the coffee table before straightening. Taking two long strides towards her, he nudged her into the nearest wall, his palms raised above her head and trapping her. "I said that shouldn't fucking concern you. What has the job of a fucking Luna got to do with how I treat my fucking members?!" Damien snarled.

A strange kind of wave of relief ran in his body after knowing that she is not a lesbian. All of them finished their breakfast silently... ***** They were in the basement, Damian was standing in front of a man who was hanging in front him covered in his own blood, Rose and jack standing behind him with 2 other men... Damian was looking dangerously calm, his hands covered in blood and veins of his muscular arms were popping out due to his rolled up sleeves, he again sliced one of his finger making him scream in agony. "I won't repeat myself, Where is my drugs?..."

The hot liquid burns my throat, scalding through to my chest but I do not show my discomfort, slamming down the glass. “Good girl,” Damain says with a cold smirk, not taking his eyes off me as he chugs his own glass down in one go. He pours the two glasses half full again and pushes one towards me. “Again.” Is he trying to get me drunk? It’s just past noon. I don’t know what his sick game is but I’m not playing it. “If you need a drinking buddy, you should head to a bar. I’m done. Just tell me if you’re going to let me appeal without contesting or not.”

Daphne's heartbeat doubled and her heart pounded in her chest as she ran through the thick forest. It was dark so she couldn't see the stones or wood that stood out. She could only grunt in pain when they injured her She breathed in short gasps, struggling to get air. Each breath was a fight against exhaustion, which was getting tighter and tighter. The palace guards were getting closer, their footsteps loud and echoing through the trees. It sounded like the end of her freedom. She heard their voices, loud and commanding, cutting through the night air.

Damian stood panting at the railing, watching the water. I scrambled up and ran to him. "Damian!" I grabbed him, checking him for wounds. "Did he hit you? Are you okay?" Damian turned to me. He was soaked, bleeding, and shaking. But his eyes were clear. "It's done," he whispered. "He's gone." He pulled me into his arms, burying his face in my hair. "We're safe," he said. "Leo is safe." We stood there on the dam, holding each other in the rain, while the adrenaline slowly drained away, leaving us empty but alive. The war was over. But as I looked back toward the cabin, where my son was holding the hand of a dying mercenary, I knew the healing had just begun.

Damien was alive, and he was coming. She turned back to Ares. “If he wants a war,” she said quietly, “then he’ll get one.” He met her gaze, eyes full of fierce determination. “Then we fight together this time.” As thunder rolled outside, Valeria felt the fire in her chest return. She would protect her daughter, no matter what. And if Damien Lockwood wanted revenge, he was about to learn just how dangerous she had become. The storm outside raged on, lightning flashing through the window. Somewhere in the darkness, Damien watched from his car, a cold smile spreading across his face.

I. He rose from the ground and grabbed my wrist. "Don't act out, we're already one step from getting fully married. Don't be stupid." He was stronger than me, and so he was able to hold me down. Or so I thought. One moment I was about to yield, and the next, I had my claws in his chest. My claws had never come out before. "Fuck!" Dame's screamed as the pain seared through him. He fell to the floor clutching his bloodied chest, and father started walking towards us. Including Dame's father who was already drawing his sword.

“They wouldn’t even let me touch her. Loyalty even through her own body in front of me to stop me from seeing her! Then her boy toy showed up and my daughter clung to him like it was second nature to her” Gabe steps back out of his room with a tablet in his hands. “Amory Williams, current age twenty-one, is the owner of the Spark nightclub in Red Hook, Brooklyn, New York. Her current address is the address of the nightclub's address. Her previous address was some building in Downtown Brooklyn. Her education, she has a degree in Business and Finance. The girl has been busy, damn! She owns two vehicles, the motorcycle from you and some car I’ve never even heard of before! She’s listed as legal