Damian Priest Age Novels & Stories

Harry then glared angrily at Christine and yelled, "Christine! If anything happens to Grandpa, I'm never going to forgive you! And that stupid security guard as well! You're all dead meat!" Damian just shrugged nonchalantly and said, "Don't worry. He's just having a fit. He won't die. Haven't you heard of the saying that people who die young are good people favored by the gods? Obviously, he's not one of them. I bet he still has a hundred more years ahead of him." Jerome happened to wake up just then after managing to catch his breath. He heard the last part of Damian's words and got so angry that his eyes flipped to the back of his head and nearly went into another fit.

His grip on my hand tightened as he helped me up the steps to stand before the priest, his movements gentle, making sure my dress draped perfectly around me. He adjusted the train with surprising gentleness, then straightened and caught the priest's eye. The priest was younger than I'd expected, maybe in his early fifties, with slightly grey hair at his temples. He didn't look old, exactly, but there was a hardness to him that spoke of a life lived outside normal church walls. He was dressed in traditional robes, but I could see the edge of a tattoo peeking out from beneath his collar. "Try not to put her to sleep, Father," Dante said, his tone dry. "Keep it short, or I might skip to the goo

“I hope you don’t mind me saying this… but you seem good for him.” I almost dropped the teapot. “Me.......?” “Yes, dear.” Her eyes softened. “Damian has always been… controlled. Too controlled. He carries his father’s name like it’s armor and chains at the same time.” She sighed. “He needed someone who sees the man, not the title.” Something tugged deep in my chest. “Damian is… complicated,” I said softly. “Of course he is. You don’t build an empire without learning to lock a few doors in your heart.” She smiled knowingly. “But he’s opening those doors for you. I can see it.”

To protect him. Her fingers clenched the rosary she’d stolen from her father’s study, though she hadn’t prayed in years. She whispered anyway: Please… don’t let him fall tonight. The cathedral doors groaned open. Damian entered like a storm given flesh. His presence filled the chamber before he even spoke, his black coat dripping with rain, his gaze cutting through the shadows. Every elder stiffened. Every rival measured their chances and faltered. Isabella’s lips curved in triumph, though her fingers twitched against her skirt.

But it burned. “You’re twenty four,” Damian said quietly. “I’m thirty eight. I’m engaged to a woman whose family controls half the shipping routes on the east coast. And your father would burn this building to the ground if he knew what I was thinking right now.” Alex’s heart was pounding so hard he was sure Damian could hear it. “What are you thinking right now?” Damian’s thumb brushed along Alex’s lower lip. The contact was electric. Alex’s entire body reacted, heat pooling low and insistent.

Damien Payne, POV For the past five years I have remained calibate. I stopped dating at the age of 20 when I had trusted and dated the wrong woman, who then broke my heart and showed her true colors. While I was in love with her, the bitch had only wanted my money. I was after all the eligible son to the father who owned a millionaire worth empire that I now inherited. And have turned into a billionaire one.

Henry said he couldn’t step a foot into the church because he backslide by going against his promise to God to stay celibate. Luke on the other hand said he had to attend his mom’s cousin’s brother’s funeral in Texas. Obviously, the lie was unbelievable even for a rat. Damien said he was an atheist and he had no intention of going to a funeral. Even though I’m not a devoted Christian, I still find some genuine appreciation to God in me that I wasn’t as terrible as the three of them. “Q was a good kid,” The priest said. I also found out his real name from the letter he left for me. Every time I close my eyes, his words appear as if they were really in front of me, being displayed on a whitebo

He was polite, elegant, and kind, but not someone to bow before the emperor of the empire. " Mr. Holy priest, please take a look at her wounds ", Damian guided him straight towards Amelia. The holy priest nodded and raised his head, looking at Amelia as he walked towards her. Despite his holy title and higher position, he kneeled before her as he took her hands in his, maintaining steady eye contact with her. He might be looking straight into her eyes, but his whole focus was on her pulse and how her inner energy was moving. Maybe no one had ever mentioned it before, but the holy priest of the Lycan Temple was infamous for his gorgeous ane handsome face, not to mention his talent and powers

he leans unborthered on the dusty chair. The priest is a late sixties aged,wrinkled faced,while haired and hunched back. "A simple concoction" I reply,he laughs. His laughter reveals his brown coloured coloured tooth's and canines. "A simple is everyone desires"he laughs further. "Well am different. Mine is extremely simple" I separate myself. "If you say so, what concoction does the prince desire?" he inquires. "As everyone knows,Damien's trial days attains it peak and am next. Anyways I doubt locating my mate within these few days is possible so I need a solution and few magical boosts".