Damachi Novels & Stories

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. "As people say, the most comfortable place is home," Damian read the caption below the picture. He clenched his fist, gripping the phone within his embrace. "This can't be allowed! No one can make Gama and Glara happy except for me!" "I have to win them back no matter what!" Damian declared as he stored his phone and put on his pants. "Why, dear? What are you going to win back?"

Isaac said seductively, causing me to cringe. Hayden's shoulders shook with silent laughter, and I struggled to hold back my own laughter as I looked at him. He clicked the VideoChat icon in the corner but kept the camera turned off. Soon, Isaac's face appeared on the screen. A smirk appeared on Isaac's face as he switched to his back camera, aiming it at his exposed erection. He gave it a pump, groaning, while Hayden flipped over and buried his face in my chest, laughing quietly. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, I couldn't help but join in the laughter.

Don't judge, don't judge, you've got no right to judge " Something bothering you?" " Jesus Christ! What the hell?!" " Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I just saw you standing here alone and I thought I'd come say hi " He stretched out a hand to her " My name is Damien " " I don't really care. I don't know why you keep appearing out of God damn nowhere "

The act wasn't so Damien at all. Or at least wasn't the Damien I knew at all. "You want to hold him?" He asked, "Oh, can I?" "Yes of course," He said and handed me the teddy bear, it was so soft and fuzzy, I couldn't help but press into it as I cuddled it tightly. "His name is Doraemon and he is my favourite and most treasured thing in the world. He is eight years old," Damien explained, "He is so cute," I said.

They were up to something. The silence broke again when footsteps sounded on the stairs. Dami appeared at the top landing, dressed casually but effortlessly stunning in tight jeans, a loose white shirt tucked in, her hair falling freely down her shoulders. For a second, the whole room stilled. Rhea raised a curious brow. “You’re not going to work?” “I am,” Dami said. “but I won’t stay long. I have a date with Doman later.” The air shifted immediately. Alexa groaned. Rhea rolled her eyes. Sophia did the same. I said nothing.

Chapter 63: Controlled Distance Amara POV I was in the living room folding the laundry when Damian came home from work, he walked straight to where I was sitting and tried to kiss my cheekbut, I moved my head away before his lips could touch my skin and continued folding the clothes like nothing happened. "Amara," he said. "Yes," I replied without looking up. "Can I at least get a hello when I come home?" he asked. "Hello," I said flatly.

she introduced herself, her voice smooth and commanding, "and this is Tamar." Damien shook her hand firmly, his own demeanor polite but tinged with curiosity. "Damien," he replied, his voice steady. "One of Zeke's lovers." Zeke wrapped an arm around Damien's waist in a show of pride, pulling him closer as he nodded toward Tamar. "Say hi, Tamar," Imelda prompted, and Tamar waved with a bright, "Hi there!" her eyes sparkling with interest.

”Dami, meet my wife Kayla. The genuine smile on Dami’s face completely blew me away. Unlike Asher, she looked like a bright blooming sunflower in a beautiful garden. Her beauty wasn't lacking either with her long blonde wavy hair and her pretty silver eyes. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Kayla.” She said as she shook my hand softly. “I’m sorry I didn't visit earlier to welcome you into our small family.” I returned her smile. “I’m really happy to meet you as well. You’re nothing like Mr grouchy Mean Toad over here.”

If Chief Bako discovered she was talking— she wouldn't get a second chance. Then Damian's phone vibrated. Everyone looked at it. Nobody trusted phones anymore. Too many disasters arrived through them. He checked the screen. And immediately his expression changed. Amara noticed. "What is it?" Damian didn't answer at first. Instead, he handed her the phone. One message. One photograph. No sender. No explanation. Amara looked. And felt her blood run cold. The image showed Saint Matthew's Church. Old.

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? *****