Damian And Raven Novels & Stories

Trained to detect vulnerability from a hundred paces so that he could give it a wide berth, Damian cooled his voice. ‘Then this is clearly a case of mistaken identity because I’m never kind to women. I work really hard not to be or they start to expect it and the next thing you know they’re dropping hints about rings, wedding planners and a house in the country. Not my style.’ She smiled at that. ‘You were definitely kind to me. Without you I think I would have thrown myself overboard at that party. You talked to me for the whole night. You gave me hope.’Damian, all too aware that he was widely regarded as the executioner of women’s hopes, raised his eyebrows. He stared at that glorious hair

About Rain sleeping in his room with her notebook on the shelf and her mother's photograph on the windowsill and her wolf still becoming what it was going to be. He picked up his phone. Called Cole. Cole answered immediately. "I need you," Damien said quietly. "Now. My office." "On my way," Cole said. No questions. Just — on my way. Damien set the phone down. He looked at the city. He had faced enemies before. Had built an empire on the foundation of loss and come out the other side. Had faced Harlan and Rook and Marcus and everything that had come with all of them. But this was different.

Raven looked at the man before her, wondering if he had lost his mind. “I know what you are thinking, and no, I’m not out of my mind. You are not going anywhere,” Damon told her. Raven wondered why this man wanted her to stay, wasn’t he supposed to be with his wife or something? Just because he had no ring on his finger didn’t mean he was not married.

“Have you told my brother? Does he know?” “He is aware. But he also never had a problem with it. He enjoyed it. Until now.” “Dane does enjoy the darker side of life. I think that’s why he gets on so well with Damien.” I see her smile and I am truly happy for her, but Dane and Damien being friends was not the issue right now. “Raven, I’m scared. What if they are right? What if I am too far gone? What if it’s too late?” I glance down at my bump. “What about them?”

I spoke confidently which led them all to cheer and hoorah, thrusting their fists into the air. “Then, I propose we start now!”. Grams said with a big smile. “Dante let’s pair you with Raven! You know what to expect from her wolf”. She suggested with a mischievous grin, and I caught the slight gulp in his throat from having to go head to head with my wolf, and it would be the first time everyone apart from Dante would see it. I got up and walked to the centre of the camp and got into a readied stance.

Nadlyn defended herself. "What about Alpha Mother? How would she know about us?" Rachel turned and gave Nadlyn a sharp look. "You can ask her yourself, did I really tell her?" Rachel wanted to get angry, but she held back her emotions, which made her face turn red. Suddenly the door to the room opened. Damian and Dario appeared. The only thing that distinguished them was the colour of their hair, so Rachel and Nadlyn knew immediately that the dark brown haired man was none other than Damian, while Dario had slightly lighter brown hair and his hair was slightly thicker than Damian's.

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

If you took Damien’s features and softened them, gave them a feminine curve, added long lashes and a smaller nose… it would be her. My mind raced backward. And Raven… I look at the young woman in the photos. Unmasked. Beautiful in a sharp, dangerous way. The same full lips I’ve seen curled around threats. The same eyes, hidden now, but unmistakable. Everything began to add up. Raven, that stupid bitch might have had a child for my Damian!! Jealousy surges through me like acid. Not just jealousy. Rage. Pure, white-hot rage. Because she had him first. She had all of him, his..his child!

Raven asked. I raised my hands to slap her but someone stopped me. “Don't you dare!” Dax whispered, squeezing my hands. “What the hell are you doing in my pack?” Dax asked angrily. “You are a clown! You took my wife and expected me not to come to this stupid place. It wasn't by choice,” Marcus said rudely. Dax turned to Raven. “Is he your husband?” Raven shook her head. “He is no longer my husband. He is only the father of my child,” Raven responded.

He drops the crowbar with a heavy, echoing clang and moves like lightning. Before Evander can even reach into his breast pocket, Damian handles him like a ragdoll. He rams his massive shoulder into Evander’s chest, slamming the billionaire hard against the concrete pillar. Evander gasps, the air leaving his lungs in a sharp wheeze as Damian pins him there with one massive, iron forearm pressed against his throat. "I told you ten years ago what I’d do if your family ever touched something belonging to me again," Damian snarls into Evander's face, his icy blue eyes burning with a homicidal rage.