Damian Priest Girlfriend Novels & Stories

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

The priest ended, and after which, the church erupted into applause. We joined the other guests as Damian and I clapped our hands, our smiles radiating in our faces. Then, we crept our way toward the newlyweds. Damian gripped my hand tightly, as if he was afraid I would let go of him. It’s been six months since we confessed our love to each other, and since then, I have been with Damian through every therapy session and doctor’s appointment. I was there when his grandfather visited him. We never heard about his parents, but Damian does not seem to be bothered by it. His grandfather's presence was enough.

She apologies, pulling Damian around the car towards Irene. “Irene, this is Damian, my brother. We grew up together.” She turns to Irene. “Irene. Nikas' girlfriend and lawyer.” Damian smiles, taking Irene's outstretched hand. “Good to meet you, Irene.” Irene smiles and nods. “Good to meet you too.” “Girlfriend and lawyer huh? That makes the case personal.” Damian remarks. Irene smiles. “Well, what can I say? I've got to get my boyfriend out.”

There's a flash of anger in Damien's eyes as he grins coldly. "Brandon, let her go or I'll chop off that arm and make you swallow every single piece." Brandon lets go of my arm reluctantly and steps away. To my surprise, Damien takes my hand and interwines our fingers. "You're not the only one who's been cheating, Brandon." He says. "Dani is my girlfriend." ***

She kept her hand on his chest, her fingers playing with a button. I forced a smile that felt like plastic. “Nice to meet you, ma’am,” I said, even though my voice sounded far away. Damian nodded at me. “Could you make lunch for three? Elena’s staying a few days.” A few days? I nodded, turned, and walked to the kitchen on legs that didn’t feel like mine. ‘Girlfriend.’ He had a freaking girlfriend. All this time, with his mouth on me, his cock inside me, and his hands everywhere, he had a girlfriend?

I spoke to my mom on the phone and told her to pick up the kids, and she did, and as soon as I walked in, Damian said to me: -Sorry Dani sorry. Then I told him Damián. -If I had done the same, you would forgive me, you would continue with me, as if nothing had happened. He saw me very surprised and asked me: -Dani, you cheated on me with who and why? -Let's see, let's see Damian, I'm not going to fall for your trick, that you promised your lover that she felt entitled to come and claim something that was never hers, that you promised her Damian, surely you were going to leave us and marry her, because Damian, why?

Little blondie bitch must have been stunned because she just came hobbling out on her 8 inch heals yelling incoherently. "Friend of yours?" I ask Damian and he just smirks as he drives off. Yea, I didn't think they were together. Looks like I made my first enemy here.

Alicia wanted to leave, and Damian said, "I haven't asked you to leave yet. Do you think that you can walk in here and leave as you please?" Alicia slightly trembled as she recalled the rumor that she had heard about Damian killing his last girlfriend. What was he up to? Did he want to kill her now? Was that how his last girlfriend had ended? "What do you want to do?" She asked him tensely, seeing him taking some dangerous steps to meet her. The more Damian drew closer to her, the more her heartbeat skyrocketed. Damian said, "What makes you think that the man you claim to love so much loves you too? From my investigation, Jonathan has been prioritizing prostitutes, and now I understand why h

Damien looked at the portrait, then back at the woman beside him, his fingers tightening slightly around the prayer book in his lap. He didn’t pause. “Adrianna was my fiancée. We were supposed to get married that day.” Amelia Stone nodded slowly, like she already knew but wanted to hear it from him. She turned her gaze back toward the altar. Behind the veil, her eyes sparkled. “Tragic. And now you’re married to her sister?” She clicked her tongue quietly and looked back at the altar. “That’s really messy.” Damien turned to look at her, his mouth slightly open, but before he could say anything, the music started.

“No, Annie! Don’t listen to her! Alice is a liar, I swear! The only woman I love is you!’ I remained utterly indifferent and spoke coldly. “Damian, I’ve told you, my husband will be Caesar. We’re happy. Keep harassing me, and you’ll regret it.” “No! Annie, let me explain! It’s all a misunderstanding. Please, don’t go...” When I turned to leave, Damian wanted to chase after me. But he was blocked by a crowd of reporters and could no longer see me. Damian quickly trended across all platforms. Everyone learned he had been having an affair. Not only had he cheated with the maid, but he also attempted to abandon her with his unborn child. The entire internet erupted in condemnation of Damian’s ac