Damian And Jon Novels & Stories

“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?”

I couldn't believe I was falling for this act. Chinwe covered her mouth in shock. "Bright? So you can actually be humble? You can beg?" Charity stepped back, hand on her forehead. "This is serious o!" Bright continued, his voice low but urgent. "I just want us to be friends, Damian. I’m tired of all this unnecessary disgust, loathing, and hatred. I want us to team up and take down Kunle. He has robbed me of the swimming title too many times, and I’d rather someone else take it from him this time. Please, let’s work together."

Chapter 1. Damian is sitting in his room, feeling restless as he contemplates his current situation. He is the only son of Alpha George, the leader of the Moonlight pack, and at the age of 22, he has yet to find his mate. This fact drives him crazy because he knows he cannot become the Alpha until he finds his mate. Just then, his phone rings, interrupting his thoughts. It’s his best friend, Alex, on the other end. "Hey, what's up?" Alex asks eagerly.

"I'm sorry." Marcus looked at her, his gaze intense. "I never thought I could love again. But with you, Clara... things are different." Clara's heart skipped a beat. "Marcus, I…" It was as though there was an earthquake accompanied by a rowdy roar echoed everywhere in the forest. They stood firm, their senses on intense alert. "Liam!" Marcus shouted, his voice urgent. "What's happening?" Liam appeared, his expression grim. "The rival pack. They're attacking."

I rubbed my hands together looked at her straight in the eye, and noticed how puffy they were, maybe there was trouble in paradise after all. “I have some bad news for you this morning.” I began. She stopped what she was doing and looked at me. “What is it?” She asked. “Damien called in sick this morning.” “Oh? That is so terrible, what's wrong with him?” she seemed genuine enough. “Not sure yet. But I told him to go see a doctor and spend some time recuperating at home.” The lies were easier than I had thought. “I hope he gets better. So who's going to go with me to school, I have an early lecture this morning.” her brows creased in confusion.

I grunted and stood up abruptly, forcing Neymar to let go, his eyes were hot and sweaty and I weirdly craved a taste. “I'm sorry” “It's okay, just know I won't stop trying” He said and moved into the bathroom and returned shortly,his bulge still engorged in the tiny fabric of his pants. Immediately after I got outside, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through the internet, and just as I suspected, this is far beyond my imagination. Damian's video is flying with mixed reactions from users, he's indeed the lord of controversy, why have I got entangled in this mess?

There is only one person who Damon knows personally, who worked on the farm, Zyna! Have Dathan and I put her in trouble? Terrified of what could become of her when she's fired, I crept out of Damon's room, in search of Dathan. I ran wildly in the direction of his room. We hadn't spoken since that day, but with my friends well being on the line, I'd negotiate with the Devil himself. “Damon's firing Zyna from the farm.” I said as soon as I closed Dathan's door behind me. He sat at his piano, but wasn't playing, just looking outside.

He could see the flush on my cheeks. He could see the way my chest was heaving. He knew exactly what his father was doing to me under the table, and the sheer, helpless jealousy radiating off him was almost enough to make me dizzy. "It seems we’re missing one tonight," Arthur said casually, cutting into his meat. He didn't even glance at Leo. "My eldest son, Damian, decided to skip dinner. He’s handling some... delicate security matters downtown." My heart literally skipped a beat. *Damian.*

I was standing at the head of the camp when Caspian approached me, his face serious. “Rylan,” he said quietly, pulling me to my feet. “We have a problem.” I followed him to a quieter part of the camp, away from the others, my eyes scanning the area to make sure no one was listening. Caspian’s expression was grim, his jaw set tight. I knew this wasn’t going to be good news. “Jon,” he said, his voice low. “The boy. He’s been talking to Damian.” I scowled. Jon was one of the youngest rogues in our camp. Only sixteen. He had been training hard with my men, learning the ways of battle, but he was still just a boy. His loyalty should have been unquestionable, but now, I wasn’t so sure.

His fingers dug deeper into my waist as he pulled me closer into his chest. His eyes flickered to Henry, and the grin widened just a bit before he dropped the grenade on them, voice calm, like he was talking about the weather. “I’m Damian,” he said. “Cindy’s boyfriend.” What! Damian?! He let the silence stretch, letting it sink in. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you all.”