Damian Priest Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I fought the urge to shrink behind him. “Just breathe,” Damian murmured, his thumb grazing my knuckles. “You belong here as much as anyone.” That was a lie, but I appreciated the effort. “Damian!” A booming voice cut through the polite hum of conversation. A man with graying hair and a sharp suit approached, his grin wide and a little too polished. “And who is this lovely lady?” “Evelyn,” Damian said smoothly, “my girlfriend.”

Damian looked away and shook his head in disbelief, “Oh, man. I don’t wanna know what happens between her and Elias.” Avery laughed. “Your friend Elias is worse than you, trust me.” “Kinky asshole,” Damian chuckled. “I'll meet him later in the company, he got yours and his girlfriend's invitations to the ceremony.” “Really?” Avery smiled widely. “That's great!” “Yeah.” Damian's eyes were focusing on Avery's butt, and he couldn't help but stare at how beautiful it looked. “Ave, you better go shower now before I jump on you.” “That's creepy.” Avery frowned.

His insistence that this was bigger than business. Damian lifted his glass but didn’t drink. His voice dropped, lower now, as if the walls themselves might be listening. “The person who set the fire in Germany…” He paused. My jaw tightened at the deliberate beat he left in the air. “…and vandalized the containers in Paris…” He finally looked at me, unflinching. “…is Natalie Montgomery.” The name slammed into the space between us. My grip tightened around the stem of my glass. “And,” Damian continued, almost as if driving the knife deeper on purpose, “she’s not just Elisha’s sister. She’s my girlfriend.”

Especially one from the Delances. "Well, Damian is a gentle guy but gets angry easily. He can be dangerous when he's angry. He acts crazy those times and yes, he is a snub. 100 Percent, because he is very full of himself.” I tilted my eyebrows at her to say that it’s no news that Damian is a proud being. Emily chuckled "He can also be sweet, well to his Mother and perhaps just Susan.” "Susan?” I asked immediately. "Yeah, Susan. She was my best friend and Damian’s first and last girlfriend. They broke up sometime ago. Lest I forget, one more thing you should know about him is that, he is very jealous and possessive.

He answered the young beautiful journalist flirtatiously, ooh no this guy is more shameless than Luca, the young girl's face turned red, and he took her hand and kissed it. " Baby girl I am Damien Andriano, now that you know my name you have become my girlfriend automatically if you already have a boyfriend, tell him I said he should stay away from you because you will soon be my wife" the girl opened her mouth to speak but the word got stuck in her throat.

"The thing where you look like you slept eleven hours and also like you didn't sleep at all. What happened." "Nothing happened." "Sienna." "Fine," Sienna said, setting her bag down at her desk with more care than the bag strictly required, buying herself a few seconds. "Damian kissed me. At the theater. Under the dome." Priya set down her own coffee with the exaggerated gravity of a woman who considered this development to be, at minimum, front page news. "I need details. I need context. I need to know how long you were planning on sitting on this before telling your best friend and business partner."

"Is this your wife? I'm a senior in journalism at the University of Chicago. The flowers drew me in from outside—I hope I'm not intruding. Would you mind if I asked you a few questions?" The tension drained from Dominic's shoulders. He managed a small smile and said earnestly: "She's my wife. Though I never deserved her. She was... the most wonderful person in the world." The young reporter gathered her courage and stepped closer, letting out a soft gasp. "She's so beautiful! Your love story must've been incredible—you two look like a perfect match. And all these flowers... I've only ever seen something like this in novels." He carefully wiped down my headstone as he spoke:

I said with a little mischievous smile escaping my side lips. "What were you going to tell him?" he asked. "That I am mated," I said teasingly. That made him smile and loosen up a bit. "So what was all that about me being your girlfriend?" I asked, a part of me wanted him to say those words again. It was perfect from the way he said it the first time. So I have a boyfriend now, and he is no other than Damian Anderson. A tiny voice in my head said with a yippie dance.

They embraced briefly before Remon stepped into the carriage that would take him to the docks. "By the way, the woman at Dario's side was marked. But was it Dario who marked her? So they're really man and wife already?" Damian was quite surprised to be asked such a question. His expression changed immediately, which made Remon feel bad for asking such a sensitive question. "Ah," Remon's words were cut short. "She was marked by Dario, that's why Dario really wants to make it official like me and Rachel who had a temple wedding," Damian said, forced to lie. He couldn't possibly say that Nadlyn had been marked by him, could he?

Mark snapped. "Exactly like you said, Emberlynn is my mate, and I don't know why you are getting so worked up because of it," Damien said, his voice calm. Too calm that Mark felt as though he wasn't the one speaking. Although he had his calm moment, the Damien he knew would have exploded and sent him out of his office as soon as he stepped in.