Damian Priest Age Novels & Stories

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.

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

I say looking around the classroom making sure to make eye contact with every student. "Why'd you leave New Dawn? Were you banished?" Sue asks and I chuckle. "Do I smell like a rogue?" I ask and she shakes her head no. "You're 17." Damian says and I nod my head yes. "Why aren't you stationed yet? Don't healers move to a new pack at the age of 16?" He asks me. Damian was so handsome right now, all I want to do is walk up to him and kiss him. Whoa.

"She isn't going to kill me." "I don't care." "She is injured." "I don't care." "Do you actually care about anyone?" His expression didn't change. "Yes." He looked straight into my eyes. "You." The priestess sighed. "Oh, Goddess." Damien didn't even glance at her, and I felt my face warm despite everything, despite Paige down the hallway, despite Tamara missing, despite my entire life being a disaster. Somehow he could still make my heart skip. "You're impossible." "So are you."

DAMIAN I had spent years trying to forget the day my father died. Now I was informed it was the key to everything. Elias leaned across the table, his voice quiet. "Your memory was not lost; it was buried. Tragedy has kept me captive. Damian, you witnessed something Brigham needed to erase for good that night." I just shook my head. "I was 12 years old. I can scarcely recall the crash." "Not the crash," Elias remarked. "What prompted it."