Damian And Jon Novels & Stories

“ No , I am not seeing anyone at the moment . “ said Damian looking away from his mother’s eyes . “ Don’t lie ! I have all the proof that my people sent me on the phone , you…. “ said mr Adam a bit annoyed but when his wife glared at him he smiled . “ My dear son ! “ said mr Adam with a smile . “ ………Creepy ! “ said Damian in a low tone when hearing his father address him in such a caring way . ‘ You brat ! ‘ thought mr Adam annoyed . He took out his phone and showed Damian the photos of him and Antonio staying close to each other . ‘ …..Despite being an old man , I gotta give him some credit on the fact that he is quite quick at catching things and finding proofs . ‘ thought Damian with a ti

Whatever that they would touch will be spoiled. Damian was an actor and model. He liked to travel a lot and only comes back home when he didn’t have a project to work on. On the other hand Devin was a journalist, he was doing good and he was happy. But the beauty of it all was that these two loved their younger brother. Whoever wronged him will not have it easy.

"Yes boss, he tried to touch me inappropriately that's why?..." Rose replied in monotone... "No, no she is lying, she herself came to me and started flirting with me, I didn't do anything..." Johnathan quickly defended himself putting all the blame on Rose... Her words were enough to make Damian's blood boil, he walked towards him gesturing the other two men who were helping him to stand straight to move aside... Damian looked at his face with murderous eyes and punched on his already bruised jaw hard making blood splatter from his mouth with bone cracking voice, Johnathan stumbled back and was about to fall on the floor but Damian grabbed him by his collar...

"I met an old friend and he kept insisting that I stay with him for the rest of the night. I tried to refuse a bunch of times but he won't let me." "He?" Damian scoffed, "Was it really a guy?" He raised an eyebrow, internally slapping Peter's face because he already knew everything from Killian. "What do you mean?" The blond widened his eyes. "Nothing." Damian sighed. "I gotta go anyway." "Where are you going?" "Meeting my friend." Damian faked a smile and headed to the bus stop. "Which friend? Juliette? She's at the studio." Peter followed him. "I have other friends aside from Juliette," Damian said, coldly. "Very nice, gentle and handsome friends."

” Trayton ~”Boss? Jackson ~”Get used to it, they won't call you anything else, it is a sign of respect.” Trayton ~”Hey Gunner.” Jackson ~”Then this is Damian. He is the one with the brains, he protects you and looks after you and Ava, and he does anything you tell him to do. He runs things when you can't.” Damian ~”How is it boss?” Trayton ~”Great thanks Damian.” Jackson ~”I would give you a third one but you got Dominic.”

Mark was hoping to get a reaction out of Damien, and he did. I am the only one in this area. I have been known to eat a cow or two when the elk and moose are scarce. I am the one this Bud Grierson shot. Elena hugged Damien as she listened to him talk to Mark. She shivered as she remembered that day, seeing the gaping hole in his side and the blood dripping from his nose. A tear glistened in her eye as she thought about that fateful day.

“Damian… the husband, right?” Mike eyed Damian, giving him a nice smile. “I heard about you a lot from our friends. Nice to finally meet you,” he said before walking towards Damian to offer a hand. That sure calmed Damian’s expression. He turned to Mike, stood up, and then shake his hand with a very little and unfriendly smile on his lips. I shifted my gaze to my son, Elon then. “Likewise, Mike.” I heard Damian say.

"Excuse me, do you have any updates on Damian? How is he doing?" The nurse paused for a moment, her eyes filled with empathy as she met my gaze. "I understand your concern, but Mr. Crown’s parents are on their way. Doctor Crown is with him right now, doing everything he can. I assure you, he's in good hands." Doctor Crown. That's Damian’s Uncle, Jonathan’s twin brother. I nodded, my worry far from being alleviated, as I watched the nurse hurry off, disappearing into the bustling chaos of urgent activity.

Adjusted some other spots that looked a little weak then checked the fence on the side pasture that we moved the cows from. Joe let the other guys go to lunch while he and I sat on the back porch and talked. My phone rang, and I saw that it was Mitch. I walked down off the porch away from Joe so he couldn’t hear the conversation. “Hello.” “Damian. How is everything going?” “It’s a good boss. Everything is quiet.” “Okay, good. Did your family ask questions about why you were there?” “No, sir. I told them I had some time off and wanted to come home for a little while.”

“Your food is expensive, and also, you hide salt like it’s contraband.” They laughed. Jonah had sent a quick text: All proxies collapsed. Two arrests. Court date set. Beatrice had a list of restitution items. Victoria had already drafted a short public statement to close out the matter. Things were moving through the wheels of the world. Damian reached across the table and touched her hand with both of his. He had stopped wearing the armor he once favored; his sleeves were rolled up, and his neck was open. “If you let me in,” he said softly, “I will never take you for granted again.”