Damian Desmond Novels & Stories

The Queen turned to the King, her mouth opening to argue, but his raised hand silenced her. Damien’s shadow fell over me as he crouched slightly, his voice low enough for only me to hear. “Don’t look, little flame,” he murmured, the words gentle despite the tension in his tone. “You don’t need to see this.” The trapdoors fell with a sickening thud. My father, my mother, my brother—gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and uncontrollable. I collapsed to the ground, my legs giving out beneath me. I didn’t need to see it; the sound alone was enough to shatter what was left of my heart.

he said, scanning our tired faces, “we’ll move on to the next exercise. He offered a small smile. “In case you forgot, I’m Liam, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack.” He clapped his hands once. “Anyone still struggling with the last drill? Be honest and raise your hand.” I glanced to my right and met Rosa’s cold, triumphant stare. Several trainees around her were looking at me too, smirking. My cheeks heated with embarrassment. “Okay then,” Liam continued. “You!step forward.” He pointed directly at me. I hesitated, thinking he meant the girl in front of me. “I can see you,” he said, voice firmer. “The curvy one in the back.”

Lavanda He points at me. “She’s a thief and a backstabber. You will wake up with a knife slotted in your heart.” Funny, how he’s actually describing himself. Stooping so low to defame me. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you are the pathetic ex,” Ainsworth says. Desmond’s breathing stalled. His knuckles went white. I was enjoying this too much to want it to end. He breathed in, looking from me to Ainsworth. I knew he was thinking about what to say next.

"I want to meet that person. Since you seem to know me, you must also know the man who has the same face as me." "Who the hell are you!" Damien hit Cedric on the head with the gun. "I'm Damien, I'm looking for the truth that was hidden from me." Cedric had no choice but to run the car as Damien ordered. He hadn't even had a chance to say goodbye to Canis and now he was in trouble again. ***** Diana had just returned from the kitchen and was about to go to Alpha Darren's office to meet him when she heard the sound of a car stopping. So she peeked through the window.

Alexa had her fingers crossed, as she knelt in front of the television, waiting for them to reach the Love Pack. "From the Desire Pack, Phoenix Diamond," the female presenter read out, glancing from the paper in her hand, to the camera. Alexa looked over her shoulder at me. "Have you heard of her." Shaking my head no, I wonder briefly why I would know someone from the Desire Pack. Alexa has always been a lot more popular than me; online, and off. She has her hands in friend groups I didn't know existed, and now, I've gotten used to being the one friend left out.

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 stand alert and wait for the door to open. And when it does open, rather slowly, the most amazing, most intoxicating smell consumes me. Looking at the doorway, I saw the most gorgeous man to ever grace this planet. He's tall about 6'5, I'm way shorter than him. He has a ripped and toned body, I can't help but swallow my saliva looking at him with only a black boxer to cover his naked body. His dirty blondish brown hair is in a short buzz cut and messy on the top. His eyes are a beautiful shade of brown, which is reflected in his light tan skin. Since he is only wearing a boxer, I can't help but stare intently at his six-pack abs and his v-line. >Mate! Mate! Mate!< Kodaline–my wolf, shouted

Lexie Damian was a decent human being. He was an older and more experienced version of the boys I'd dated throughout my time in high school and college. He was a little bit older than I was. Sincere, charitable, and possessing a warm and welcoming demeanor, this man gave off the impression that you could put your faith in anything he had to say. I used to fall for phrases like that all the time. He helped me by holding doors open and carrying my lunch tray. I was very grateful. He told me that he was from the Midwest in the United States. He entertained the notion that he might return there one day. He didn't belong here; it just wasn't his thing. If I hadn't lost my virginity to a forty-yea

Aware of Boma and Donovan's unconventional love story, he harboured both reservations about Donovan's demeanor and a genuine desire for the couple's happiness. Throughout their tumultuous journey, Fidelis had formed an unexpected friendship with Boma, understanding the depth of her unease about Donovan. He had become a confidant, silently supporting her in the shadows. Though not a staunch supporter of Donovan due to his reputation as a "bad boy," Fidelis recognized a subtle shift in Donovan's attitude. Surprisingly, Donovan had gradually allowed him to be more involved, understanding the sincerity of his care for Boma. Fidelis often found himself in an odd position—rooting for Boma's happin

He doesn’t like to lose. The emotion inside him was primal and dangerous. How could he have been so blind? He was probably one of the few people who knew just what Alexander Leonidas was capable of and yet he’d let his own emotions about the past blind him to the truth of the present. ‘He’s not going to let her go. He’s never going to let her go.’ He growled the words and his lawyer looked at him, startled. ‘Who—?’ ‘I’m going to get her out of there.’ Driven by emotions he hadn’t allowed himself to feel for over two decades, Damian was on his feet and at the door before his lawyer had even finished his question. ‘I’m going to Leonidas Island.’