Damian And Anya Novels & Stories

I knew that she hated keeping secrets from Chloe, but at that time she didn’t really have any choice. “Long story short, I almost died in a car crash but stayed with DK’s pack as I healed myself. DK ended up calling Mikey and the moment that Mikey and I were together alone…” Anya trailed off. “We found out that we were Fated Mates,” I answered. “I am so sorry Chloe,” Anya said once again Anya took Chloe’s hand, letting her know the sincerity behind the words.

He jogged straight toward me. “Here we go,” Riley mumbled, standing up. “I’m giving you lovebirds some privacy before I throw up.” I laughed as she walked off, but my smile barely had time to settle before Damian reached me, sweaty and completely out of breath. “Ew,” I said immediately, leaning back. “You’re disgusting.” Damian smirked, shaking his damp hair at me like a dog. “You love me.” “Not when you’re drenched in sweat and reeking of whatever testosterone-fueled nightmare happens down there.”

Damian swirled his glass, eyes half-lidded, his voice slow, “I’ll always protect her.” My throat closed up. Always protect her. Antonio burst into laughter, clapping Damian on the back. “Hah! Just admit it—you regret marrying Selena, don’t you? Look at you, sitting here like a caged wolf. Bet you wish you had chosen Kourtney instead!” The others roared with laughter, raising their glasses in mock toasts. Damian didn’t deny it. He just drank, staring into his glass, silent. Each second of the video was a knife twisting deeper, stripping me of the last shred of dignity I had left. My stomach lurched, my chest hollow, tears stinging my eyes.

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.

“And I can do whatever the fuck I want in my own club.” Elena tried to look indifferent, but her body betrayed her. Her pussy throbbed. She pressed her thighs together, hoping he wouldn’t notice how flushed she was. Damon brought her closer to the VIP ropes as the music played around them, they shared an electrifying connection through their personal space. “You’ve been teasing me for six months, Elena,” he growled softly. “Your office attire shows off your curves while you bend over my desk. You argue with me because you know it turns me on.”

Suddenly she felt a slight jolt and pulled her hand away. She looked up to see the evident smile on Damian's face, "Let's cancel your wedding, shall we?" It was past midnight when Damian disappeared from Arianna's room, where she was asleep. He appeared in front of a huge valley that had layers and layers or broken stone and lots of statues, Floating casually, he eyed the statues with a nonchalant expression until he came to one. It was the statue of a man who stood with an axe in his hands ready to strike.

I look right at my bestie who just realized just how bad losing my temper could be and is gaping at me. “Well it is a good thing you have each other then” Jane says with a smile, completely unaware of just how dangerous we were. ‘Let’s hope you never both lose your temper at the same time.” Ashe is nearly whispering. “What are you, ladies talking about?” Damian smiles , then eyeing Ashe adds “And Ashe.” “We were talking about you, sexy.” I wink at him and he blushes. “Now that is something new!” Dianna laughs. “My niece has figured out how to make Damian blush!”

Dario had to follow Damian. He knew what Damian had to tell him, but Dario decided to wait. When they were alone, Damian let go of Dario. They faced each other and stared at each other. "You want to make me suffer?" Damian spoke as he gave Dario a sharp look. "Why, are you talking about Nadlyn?" asked Dario who gave Damian a sharp look back. "I don't want to mention her name, but you know what I mean," Damian said, causing Dario to snigger.

Little blondie bitch must have been stunned because she just came hobbling out on her 8 inch heals yelling incoherently. "Friend of yours?" I ask Damian and he just smirks as he drives off. Yea, I didn't think they were together. Looks like I made my first enemy here.

I admit to being hopeless with names. She dragged her gaze from the view, those green eyes direct. ‘When and where what?’ Damian, who hated mysteries and considered tact a quality devoid of reward, was blunt. ‘Where and when did we have sex? I’m sure it was amazing but you’re going to have to remind me of the details.’ She made a sound in her throat. ‘I haven’t had sex with you!’ ‘Are you sure?’ Green eyes stared back at him. ‘If rumour is correct, Mr Andino, sex with you is a memorable experience. Is it something I’m likely to have forgotten?’