Damian And Jon Novels & Stories

“Between us, who exactly is the normal one?” Laughter drifted softly through the air, blending with the presence of several women dressed in delicate, revealing lingerie that added a subtle undercurrent of sensuality to the atmosphere. “Haha… don’t you like what you see? Come, let’s sit,” Damian said. When they reached the couch, Calvin’s gaze suddenly locked onto Anthony. Surprise flickered faintly across his sharp features, quickly buried beneath composure. “Calvin and Simon, this is Anthony and Anderson—my high school friends. And these are Owen and Jake, my childhood buddies. These two here are my university brothers,” Damian introduced.

Smith at the head of the table, reading the financial section of the newspaper, and Rachel picking at a bowl of fruit. "Good morning," Damien greeted, his voice calm but subdued. Rachel glanced up, smiling warmly. "Morning, Damien. You look better." Damien offered a small nod as he sat down, pouring himself a cup of coffee. Mr. Smith folded the newspaper and eyed Damien sharply. “You do seem refreshed, but let’s not ignore last night. What happened?” Damien leaned back, a faint smile on his lips. “Oh, nothing serious. I went out with a few friends and maybe had one too many. That’s all.”

“So, show me my dress now,” “Yes!” Damian stretched on his chair, and he smiled proudly, staring at the mp4 file on his laptop screen. He finally finished his song— the one he wrote thinking about Avery. He worked on this song with Elias, Valery, and another friend, and he was satisfied by his work and was impatient to see Avery's reaction. Damian sighed, remembering that their relationship has been quite complicated lately. He closed the studio and headed to the radio station. “Hey, Johnny.” he greeted the trainee. “I see you already started.”

No title. No dates. Just names. Victor Ashford. Evelyn Blackwood. Thomas Vale. Jonathan Pierce. Marcus Holloway. The first three names meant something. The last two did not. At least not yet. "Do you know them?" Damian's expression darkened. "One." Her stomach tightened. "Which one?" "Jonathan Pierce." The name seemed familiar. Faintly familiar. Like something she'd heard years ago and forgotten. Damian walked toward his desk. Opened a drawer.

He repeated, before exiting the room. Damien was shocked to see Alpha Paul who arrived few minutes later. "What are you doing here?" "I came to give you moral support." Damien sighed, " Thanks." " Don't mention." Alpha Paul looked up when Alpha Jermaine came out of the house. " Alpha Jermaine." He greeted and Jermaine gazed at both friends. " Welcome." " We are working on it." He said, and Jermaine raised a brow at both friends. So they were related.

Damian's eyes, however, were fixed on Liam, a predatory glint in their depths. "Julian," Damian drawled, his voice smooth as silk. "Always a pleasure. And who's this charming young man?" Liam blinked, did Damian just ask who he is? "Damian, this is Liam," Julian replied, his voice clipped. "Liam, this is Damian, an… acquaintance."

“What’s funny?” “N-nothing," Damian stammered playfully, raising his hands in mock surrender, though the sly pout on his lips still gave him away. "I mean… I’m just surprised, that's all. I'm surprised that you’ve both been having something going on and neither of you could bother to tell me. Ain’t we supposed to be a team?” “We don’t have anything going on!” Julian corrected quickly. “Oh… sorry about that," Damian murmured, his eyes still gleaming with pure mischief. He took a slow step forward, tilting his head. "What is it then? A new business partner? Or... just a sex toy?”

My heart was still beating erratically as I took deep breaths in. I couldn't believe that I had the guts to do that. A few minutes later Dominic returned with Micah and Yurik. I frowned at the pair who looked like they couldn't stand each other yet they were 'friends' "Windy outside, huh?" I asked referring to their messy hair. Their hands flew up to smoothen it down and they both coughed simultaneously. I shook my head with a knowing laugh. "Did he touch you?" Micah asked sending daggers with his eyes towards Dominic who looked like he couldn't care less.

"I'm here to support my wife at her commendation ceremony." "That's impossible!" Damian's face twisted in fury as he stormed forward, trying to tear us apart. "Evelyn is my fiancee! She's here to marry me!" Before he could even touch me, the bodyguards standing behind Sebastian stepped up and pinned him to the floor. Damian had been out of the military for four years, and his fitness was nowhere near what it used to be. His cheek rubbed against the carpet, his suit wrinkled, leaving him looking thoroughly pathetic.

Jo wasn’t angry with Nicko anymore, but when things like this were talked about, she would blush, like a young girl who had just been greeted by a boy she liked. “Jo… what are you doing with this guy? Have you forgotten what he just did? He’s already betrayed you with another woman, Jo!” Damian exclaimed in a lofty tone. After all, she wanted her cousin to divorce her useless husband. Actually, Damian had nothing to do with his cousin’s domestic life. They had never troubled Damian financially at all as long as their marriage, but for the sake of the title of savior of a large family and a sports car, Damian will do this.