Damian Romeo Age Novels & Stories

Damian realized he'd gripped too hard. He let go fast. The pain hit sharp through my whole wrist. I looked down at the bruise already spreading across my skin, deep purple forming fast. The dirty work of the Coronelli family had always been Damian's specialty: tracking down debtors, clearing out traitors, the kind of work that built strength and paid well. After years of it, he was stronger than almost anyone, the kind of man who could snap a neck barehanded if he had to.

He asked, sitting on the desk in front of me. I was shaking, my hands were sweaty and my whole body was almost letting me out. I was more intimidated by Mr Damien than his goons. “I am twenty four”, I replied, again. “Very good! That means you are supposed to be an adult. At twenty four, you are still under the influence of your mom. Chole is five and she is doing better than this” he spat, harshly. His words were like sharp arrows thrown at me.

"You understand my situation and are very much aware of how dangerous it is for you to keep coming here." "You need not bother yourself about that. Besides, I look fine. Do I look like who's dying anytime soon?" Mark asked, assessing himself. He couldn't tell the same for Damien, though. With the appearance of a twenty-five-year-old, tall, domineering, he was, in fact, old. Damien was times six of the present age, he was assuming. Mark was right, Damien mused. He looked hale and hearty and wasn't even exhibiting any of the symptoms of the others.

I grunted and stood up abruptly, forcing Neymar to let go, his eyes were hot and sweaty and I weirdly craved a taste. “I'm sorry” “It's okay, just know I won't stop trying” He said and moved into the bathroom and returned shortly,his bulge still engorged in the tiny fabric of his pants. Immediately after I got outside, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled through the internet, and just as I suspected, this is far beyond my imagination. Damian's video is flying with mixed reactions from users, he's indeed the lord of controversy, why have I got entangled in this mess?

Damien emerged from the car, standing tall at six-foot-four, the lights flaring from the dome, glinting off his styled, long blonde hair, giving him some kind ofl halo. His custom designed suit was black and hugged his muscular frame sharply, the material stretching across his broad shoulders. A simple Paul Newman Daytona Rolex peeked out from under the cuffs of his sleeves as he straightened his tie. The crowd gave an audible gasp in unison at the sight of him, then started screaming in a frenzy at the next instant. The cameras flashed wildly as the reporters yelled "Over here, Mr Romero! Over here!" The crowd was wild and shocked at Damien's appearance. It's been five years since the Greek

"You're right. It seems like you've got a good grasp on all the points in the agreement." Miya was already sitting back down, trying to make herself comfortable. Miya felt a bit uneasy being under Damian's watchful gaze. "Unfortunately, I can't get you pregnant right now." Damian supported part of his face with his left hand. From what we've heard, this 22-year-old girl is pretty good at turning people's words around, mainly from what Victor has told us. She was a bit blunt and didn't like to back down. As anyone who's been following the news knows, there was a big shocker a few days ago. "We have plenty of time to get it done. I've got a bit of free time this month. Just prepare yourself be

“And what point was that?” “That I’m not afraid anymore. Not of monsters. Not of court. Not even of my father.” Damian stood in front of me, close enough that I could see the faint bruises along his neck from battle. “You forgot something,” he murmured. “Oh? What’s that?” He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Not afraid of falling for me either.” I rolled my eyes. “Try again, Romeo. I’ve just survived orcs, curses, and nobles. You think one charming prince can rattle me?”

Damian said coldly " what are you talking about? " Amaya asked, the confusion now setting in "pretending are we" Damian snorted coldly "I don't know what you're talking about" Amaya said now annoyed Damian found it repulsive how someone could lie so well, He lifted his slender finger to her chin and pressed down her lips with his fingers "such beautiful lips full of lies"

Rula asked, looking at Damian with a warm gaze. The age difference between Damian and Fargo is only nine years. Fidelya got married at a very young age. No wonder the age difference between Damian and Fargo is not too far apart. Even Damian and Fidelya only have an age difference of nine years. Fidelya is much older than Damian. This is because Rula got married at a young age, even much younger than Fidelya's age when she got married. “I will get married when I really want to get married,” Damian replied coldly, with a blank expression.

"He's ready." I pull up a chair next to the bed, close enough to see every micro-expression on his face. "Damian, can you hear me?" "Yes." "I'm going to ask you some questions. I need you to answer them honestly. Can you do that?" "Mm-hmm." His head lolls slightly to the side. I take a breath. Here we go. "Did you kill Matteo Romano?" "No." The answer comes immediately, without hesitation. "Were you there when he died?"