Novel & Cerita Damian Priest Before Wwe

I laugh at myself, this is the kind of guy I want to like, already like. What a pity. Damaged people are attracted to damaged people. "You will get to know him soon enough." Isa interrupts me from my pity party. After our heart to heart talk she goes home and exactly a week after me falling from my room to the ground he walked into the coffee shop l worked in. Not that he wanted to buy something but he came for a job. He was the barista replacement. I guess he somehow qualified because Melchior Paige, Isa's dad, the manager does not just accept anyone into his family.

Henry and I had invited him to help extract my power from Damion. The moon priests are the priest of the moon goddess. Her special tool, and ardent worshipper. As soon as Damion's gaze fell on them, he tried to crawl out of the cell in an attempt to run. "You sneaky..." I shot him another bolt of energy to his chest, causing him to collapse back on the floor. "I want him slightly awake." The moon priest said with a voice as cold as a steel. "He should still be." Henry crouched beside him, then raised his head to face us. Damion was still awake, but now much more weaker.

His strength was terrifying, beyond anything anyone could imagine. Damian cracked his neck and flexed his enormous hands. The priest who had led him down this dark path smiled darkly. “Welcome back, Alpha,” he said with a bow. “Now, you will be unstoppable.” But the room wasn’t without resistance. Another priest, trembling but defiant, shouted, “You’ll never be unstoppable! The purest of heart will still defeat you!” Damian’s eyes darkened as he turned toward the priest. With a growl that shook the room, he grabbed the man by the neck, lifting him with ease.

Damian smiled at the priest and he gulped. I wondered why the priest was so damn quiet listening to every single word Damian said, I could see fear in his eyes and his hands were trembling as he spoke. My eyes landed on the glass table on the altar and from the reflection I could see an assassin on the rooftop aiming its gun at me. Why me? Or was it the priest? Or could it be Damian? I couldn't care less if it was either Damian or me. At least I will be free. The priest conducted the ceremony in fear and we signed the document, after all the process, Damian went straight to his car and drove off leaving me at the church.

the priest asked directing his gaze at her? "I do," she said smiling sheepishly while looking at me, I looked at her and smirked. “Do you Damian Anderson take Cassandra Robinson as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to hold, till death do you part?” The priest asked as I was about to answer. " Damian!" A weak familiar voice called out across the hall, my eyes shifted to Erica, her white dress stained with blood. I instinctively started running towards her as I watch her collapse on the floor.

My breath snagged in my chest. Inside, the holy place looked nothing like a sanctuary. Shadows bent beneath the flickering candlelight, stretching long across the polished floor. Damian’s men lined the pews like wolves dressed for a hunt, their weapons gleaming. One stood behind the priest, the barrel of his gun pressed hard into the trembling man’s temple. The sight pierced me like ice. May God forgive them. May He forgive me for standing here. And then I saw him. Damian. He stood at the altar, tall and composed, his black suit cut sharp as a blade. When his eyes found mine, a smile tugged at his lips. It was smooth, confident… wicked. My stomach twisted in revolt. Even the devil, it seemed

“Why did you set me up to fight a featherweight?” Sage narrows his eyes at me and blinks. “Creed, those fixtures were released nearly a month ago. You had plenty of time to dispute it and when you didn’t, I assumed you were okay with it,” he says as he walks towards me. “Did you truly not know?” “I was a little busy with my mother’s death if you don’t remember,” I say, shaking my head. “But, no, I wasn’t aware of the fixtures. Who set it up?”

The same look that once destroyed me… now fed me. I walked toward him slowly, every step measured, my spine straight, my chin lifted. I didn’t look for Valerio. I didn’t look for Elara. I didn’t need to. Damien took my hands when I reached him. They trembled slightly. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. I smiled. “So they say.” The priest began, voice calm, practiced. Words about love. Commitment. Redemption. I listened with half an ear, letting the familiar rhythm wash over me.

they replied in unison. " That will be all for now" said Damian. They stood up and left the office. He stood up and started pacing the office immediately they left. He was angry because the day that was supposed to be one of the happiest days of their lives was turned into a blood bath. He lost fifteen of his warriors and now his mate was unconscious. He will find a way to defeat the demon king. That was a promise he will keep even if it costs him his life. **** It was late at night when he finished his meetings. His mother left few minutes after he entered. Damian stripped out of his clothes and went to take a shower. He came back when he was done and sat down on the bed.