Damian Desmond Novels & Stories

Damian turned, following the sound through the hall and out into the dimly lit courtyard behind the main house. There, under the cold was of moonlight he saw them, Keven, one of the lower guards and a red haired maid. Kevens grip was brutal, his voice a drunken snarl. He yanked at her dress, the fabric tearing with an ugly sound, baring her front. Desa twisted, eyes burning with fury. “Keven!” Damian barked, but the man didn’t hear him, lost in his frenzy. He lunged at her. Only for Desa’s fist to flash upward, striking his jaw with a shocking precision. The crack echoed in the night.

Jeremy Davis just finished a historic college career at Colorado, winning awards and winning back-to-back national championships in his Junior and Senior years. Jeremy was the most prized collegiate player heading into the NAFL, North American Football League; every team wanted him for various reasons due to his unselfish play, being a great teammate, making everyone feel included, his drive and focus, strong arm, great legs/footwork. He was the prototypical dual-threat NAFL Quarterback standing at 6'5" and weighing 220 lbs with black wavy hair that was kinda slicked back to his shoulders, sparkling angelic blue eyes, clean cut only because he couldn't figure out what kind of facial hair he

He asked, his hardened gaze focused on Damian. He shook his head “It better be, because if you hurt her again. You will have me to contend with” He spat before storming out of the office. I walked towards Damian and hugged him, he hugged me tightly, wailing softly “I am undeserving of your love” He whispered. I patted his back, “No one is perfect D” ******* The next few days, I sought my inner spirit trying to heal his mother. I was gradually losing blood because there seemed to be little to no progress.

I said, and he sighed. “You know, sometimes accepting a person is not going to be bad, Nolan. Especially when it's someone like her, someone who is actually good, at least in front of us. She is good. She's not playing, she's not a hypocrite. And you know how Madeline is. She does not trust easily and she seems to enjoy her presence.” He said casually.

All of him, I need him like he’s the last thing on earth desperate to finally complete what my body has been craving these last few weeks. He spins me around so I’m straddling him and pulls me into a rough, deep kiss full of desperation and desire his hands not leaving me only making me squirm for more of the sensation. “Fucking hell, get a room.” a voice behind us shouts before pushing Oliver to the side, earning themselves a growl of frustration. I peek over his shoulder only to see an annoyed-looking Danny sulking at the end of the booth, tossing back a drink that a waitress had just handed him.

DESMOND’S POV I thought destroying Diego Fernandez would be very difficult but as it stands, I don’t even have to do so much. I just have to insert my own players into the game and watch as they bring him to his knees in front of my throne. He has to pay for making me an outcast in my father’s kingdom, they all have to. I began with Damian, that pathetic idiot stood no chance, I knew I could bring him down using that girl Valentina as his trap, as soon as I saw the love in his eyes immediately he set his eyes on her… I knew I had gotten him where I wanted his, I knew she would help me get rid of him. That sick bastard, I actually feel like I did a good things for him. I wanted to set him fre

"Is Damon with them at their camp?" "No...not yet. He escaped into the woods at the sight of you and your men." "Why is he here? Far away from his people?" "He planned to enter the fortress with a letter which he claimed was from the ruling Alphas of this region?" "Amazing!" I exclaimed. "Why will Damon D'Angelo want to enter into my fortress, and how did he come across such a letter?" "He claimed to have persuaded the agent into delivering the letter into his hand. As for his reason for entering the fortress, his mission was to take the fortress inhabitants as hostages, and then he would order you to give up your arms or they would be murdered. "

o0o After bringing Fiona Forger home, Damian Desmond went straight to the company. How could it be so easy for him to leave like that when he had to board a plane for another country within two hours? Just as he stepped out of the elevator, a figure carrying a faint fragrance approached him. "Damian..." "Why are you here?" Damian Desmond pushed the girl rushing into his arms away, sounding cold and stern. Though Loona Richart was dissatisfied with Damian Desmond's distant attitude, she didn't dare to approach him further when she saw his icy expression.

He pulled out his chair and sat beside Ashton. "Good morning everyone..." He greeted them. "Good morning jack.." Ashton replied back, Ashton was Damian's personal bodyguard who follows him wherever he goes. Protecting Damian is the sole purpose of his life. He was a tall man but not with bulky body. He has more of a lean body as he was more into martial arts and was extremely strong. Perfect in his work.. "Good morning jack.."

He stepped into the light of the foyer, and for a second, Aria felt the temperature in the hallway drop. His face was striking, brutal in its symmetry. High cheekbones, a sharp, arrogant jawline, and hair as black as ink, swept back from his forehead. He wasn't handsome in the way movie stars were handsome; he was handsome in the way a weapon was beautiful. Dangerous. Cold. Perfect. "Damian," Desmond said, extending a hand. "Good to see you." Damian didn't smile. He didn't offer a polite greeting. He simply took Desmond’s hand, gave it a single, firm shake, and released it.