Damian Priest X Reader Novels & Stories

Amelia whispered. Damian didn't answer immediately. Carefully. Slowly. He reached forward and grabbed the note. Then stepped back. The blinking continued. The silence became unbearable. Damian unfolded the paper. Read the first line. And immediately went pale. For the first time since Amelia had known him... Damian Vale looked genuinely shaken. Not angry. Not furious. Shaken. "Damian?" His eyes slowly lifted. Meeting Amelia's. Then Adrian's. Then Sophie's. Nobody liked what they saw there.

] So that was the kind of story I had landed in. Not a quiet office romance, but one of those serials readers tagged spicy and then threatened to riot over whenever the author faded to black. Ridiculous as it sounded, Damian's reaction had been real. When the toast ended, he turned and headed for the private bathroom at the end of the corridor. His back stayed straight, but his pace was quicker than usual. The comments lit up again. [@MafiaMutt: Tactical retreat. He is not surviving this floor.] [@SteamQueen: If she keeps that in her purse, he is done before lunch.]

Damien had no respect for me whatsoever, I remember when he called and texted all day long now he didn't even have the guts to face me in person. Spending his hours wrapped in Belinda. I cringed at the thought of them getting intimate in bed. After everything, the promises, the kisses, the gifts, why go so far if it was only to pretend? Was he trying to pay me off as the mother of his child or a whore who was able to conceive? It made no sense why go through all this, why! For what reason? Announcing his annulment to the lycanthrope council, openly claiming his love for me.

Damien said, getting up. Diablo grinned broadly. “Ahh, you don’t have to pay me, I said I’m grateful for your company’s help, right? But who am I to reject your kindness…” “If you don’t want it, I won’t pay it in.” Damien gave him a side glance. Diablo stayed quiet, scratching his head. Why wouldn’t he want the money? Having more money would never hurt anyone. “Don’t worry, pay it in. I’m raising a daughter you know.”

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.

“ Thank you mr Karlo . “ said Damian . “ Call me father ! “ said mr Karlo . “ Thank you father . “ said Damian with a smile . “ Good boy ! “ said mr Karlo smiling then went back and sat next to madam Laura . Everyone kept silent as the priest opened the book and read the prayers . “ Will you Damian Wright take sir Antonio as your husband , love him , be loyal to him , cherish him through sickened and poverty till death parts you ? “ said the priest . “ I do ! “ said Damian . “ Will youAntonio Landar take sir Damian as your husband , love him , be loyal to him , cherish him through sickened and poverty till death parts you ? “ said the priest .

Though she had already imagined everything, this scene was out of the ordinary and too real-like. Damian shifted his have from her cheeks to already holding her hands gently and showing her, " Your hands and any parts of your body are suffering gravely. Since you have been hurt by your energy, an ordinary physician t cure you. That's why, I have summoned the holy priest, he must be on his way ", Damian slowly explained everything. Thinking everything was in her head or maybe she was lost somewhere in that forest, she suddenly started smiling, right now she only had him in her focus and mind.

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

Holy- My chaotic thoughts scattered as Damien stepped inside, wearing nothing but low-slung trousers that hung dangerously at his V-line, teasing a trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband. His torso, carved to sinful perfection, glistened faintly in the dim light, and his disheveled hair made him look every bit like the devil incarnate. I fought to keep my gaze on his face-a face just as destructive as the rest of him-and not let it wander further. Fucking Lucifer's descendant.

This was the first time ever, Damian had nothing sadistic to say, no dirty back talk, no nothing just silence. ''Do you need a handkerchief or something?'' ''No. Why do you ask?'' '' Because you really sweating'' He flushed, embarrassed. ''Damian, my main man!.....brother from another mother, my better half. Welcome back!'' Without warning, this guy from nowhere embraced Damian into a very tight bone crushing hug lifting him a few inches off the ground. ''Chri-s-tian.......you're.... you're ch-ok-ing meee....'' Damian managed to wheeze out.