Novel & Cerita Damian And Anya

Rylan said coldly, pointing at Damian. “If you want her, you’ll have to go through me.” “My Luna can not be under a pathetic rogue. Surely she's not stooped so low," Damian said arrogantly. "Being with you was the lowest she could ever go, and you call her your Luna after everything you've done to her?" Rylan retorted. I’ll enjoy tearing you apart with my fist,” Damian sneered, his eyes blazing with fury. “You’ve been a thorn in my side for too long.”

Damian sat on the sofa with his breathing becoming more regular, though his face still looked dark. The wine in his glass was placed unceremoniously on the table, no longer attracting his attention. Yara, who was still sitting next to him, watched carefully. This is a chance to know more, she thought. If she could understand Damian's wounds, maybe she could find a way to conquer the man. "Damian," Yara called slowly, making sure her voice didn't provoke any more emotions. "I want to know something. About... Mrs. Dania. What exactly happened to her?"

"But you even mistook her to be the wolf princess. Annie doesn't allow me in bed." Very quickly, I opened my eyes. Damon was making out with her. He was sleeping with my friend, Cassandra. "No, I can't believe this..." I whimpered, my eyes growing red instantly. The box of pizza slipped off my hands and the snacks littered the floor. I couldn't control it. "Damon, how dare you sleep with my friend?!" "Annie..." Damon said, surprised that I was present watching both of them fuck in bed. "Go deeper, Damon," Cassandra rasped, holding deep breaths to take the pleasure in as she enjoyed it the most. "What's that poor thing doing with you? Haven't you dumped her for the last two months?"

Damian was always right—even when her lips said no, her body was the most honest. "You're already wet," Damian teased, his voice vibrating against her skin. "Maniac! Stop it! I'm exhausted!" Selene pleaded. "And how exactly am I supposed to stop this?" Damian countered. "I am tired, Damian!" she begged, her eyes wide and pleading like a rabbit's. "You must serve your husband," Damian said, leaning down to plant a soft, lingering kiss on her neck. "I served you all night long!" she shot back.

My voice drops, but it carries farther than I intend — clear, trembling, and final. “Yes… I admit it. I’m in love with Damien. And I don’t care about the consequences in the contract. I don’t care about the rules or the public statements or the engagement. I love him.” “Aria…” Elena’s soft, urgent warning comes half a second too late. My eyes fly open as all three of us turn toward the driveway at the same time. Damien is standing by his car.

His grip tighten a little bit more, crushing my wrist as he dragged me, almost throwing me down the remaining flight of stairs. “Bitch.” he sneered, pushing me into the floor beside the bloody, kneeling guy Bast was torturing a while ago. Luckily, I had braced myself early, enough to save myself from swimming on the floor. I glared at Matias before I turn my gaze towards Bast. But the moment Bast saw me, the world seemed to stop as he turns a shade paler than the ghost. “Diana?” At the mention of my biological mother's name, the alarm in my head had gone off into a frenzy. My tongue seemed to glue itself at the top of my mouth, rendering me unable to say anything.

I had heard it just last night in the hallway, whispering dark, possessive promises in my ear. It was Leo. Damian’s hand slowly slid from my wrist, his dark eyes locking onto mine with a twisted, psychotic smirk. He didn't move away from me. Instead, he leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as the door handle rattled again. "Looks like my twin brother is looking for you, sweetheart," Damian whispered, his voice a dark, dangerous purr. "Let's see how long he can keep his hands off you when he realizes I already had a taste."

His breath, smelling of alcohol and masculinity, brushed against Sheina’s face. "Stop saying that name! Stop the act!" Damian roared low, his voice hoarse with pain. "I can feel your heartbeat; I can smell your scent that you could never fully change. You are mine, Camila! Just admit it!" Damian lowered his head roughly, attempting to claim Sheina’s lips with a demanding kiss. He no longer cared about his dignity. He only wanted to taste again the sweetness he had once thrown away.

“Talk about what “? I asked at the top of my voice, it was intentional, Neymar needed to know how pushing Damian Moore could be, and without the chance to read his face, Neymar walked ahead while Silva walked to keep on with him. “ This is my house Rodri, stop looking at another man” Damian voice was rather teasing than anything else, he hurl me into his arm and finally dropped me on the dining table, his knee raise and graze my dick, his eyes fixed on mine, his breath rhyme with mine, i don't know how he always does it, but it works every time. “I need to fuck you right here, and I'm going to make you scream until your little crush hears” He wasn't joking at all, his finger slipped into my

said Estefanía. “Hated by most,” added Maritza. The girl, Lara, was tall, slim, and blonde. Very pretty, to be honest. “She’s Damian’s girlfriend,” Lana told me. Damian, as always, was expressionless. They passed by us without even glancing our way. Who did they think they were? The town's royalty? I rolled my eyes and focused on the rides. I wanted to have fun tonight.