Novel & Cerita Damian Romeo Age

We weren’t in high school anymore where being friends will the cool kids got you places, but we were adults who knew what we wanted out of our lives and knew how to get there. “Alright then,” Damien surprised me by holding out his hand for me to take. “My name is Damien Romano and I’m a lawyer. I’m currently working in Montana but I will be moving to LA shortly. I am also a divorcee, which is epic considering that I’m a divorce lawyer and have successfully freed two hundred and seventy nine couples from their miserable marriages.”

They were the type that broke women's heart with their charming faces and slept with them only to dump them afterwards. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my little cousin",Damian said and crossed his legs as he sipped his tea. He had short spiky dark hair and silver eyes. He was as handsome as the devil and he knew it. His older brother Alexander was more matured and reserved. He had long dark hair, reaching his shoulders and identical silver eyes. He had an aristocratic face and there seemed to be a permanent smirk stamped on his face. They were both in their early twenties. "Why do you care what I do with the maid?" Damian continued. "She's just a serving girl, even though she's incredibly se

Damien asked. “Yeah, she is named Juliet Marbles. The woman I knew. Not Jenna Marbles. But Juliet had once mentioned her sister.” Diablo explained. Juliet? Damien recalled Anna saying that too. Her mother was a Juliet who never met her Romeo because their father had been a horrible husband. “Yes, her name is Juliet. She’s the one you knew?” “Hmm.” Diablo nodded. “She frequented my bar because I once sold cheese on wholesale as a side business. One time she got drunk here and began spilling family issues.”

He smirked at me and then he turned to my dad. "Mr. Romeo, this is Tatiana, my one and only daughter." My dad introduced me to him and he smirked looking at me. I was trying to avoid his eyes. "Tatiana, this is Mr. Romeo." "Deandre Romeo." He put his hand in front of me and I shook it. I don't have any other choice than being polite because he will be my dad's company investor at some point.

“Figures. She’s just like you.” I blinked, startled by the comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?” His lips twitched, not quite a smirk, but something close. “Stubborn.” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “She’s barely a week old.” Damon shrugged, his gaze settling on Isla, watching as her tiny fingers curled and uncurled. “Still. She seems to be the kind that would give me a fuss in the future. If this is how she is at one week old.”

Rafaelle continued with a smug grin. “Rafaelle, shut up. Are you trying to kill her? She just had a coughing fit.” She smacked him on the head. He gave a pout and rubbed the back of his head. “Don’t listen to him. He plays around too much. He’s twenty-eight and so is Lorenzo. Damiano is thirty – not thirty-eight.” She explained. “That’s a relief.” I let out a breath. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it if Damiano was a whole eighteen years older than me.

she smirked holding on to Lucas who placed a kiss on her fore head. "congrats to you both". I said as they both giggled while saying inaudible things to themselves. "You wanna blow the candle light off on your eighteen year birthday? Cause my hand is starting to ache bad" Damian said, as his voice kinda brought everybody back to the fact that it was still my birthday. "make a wish" he said. I walked up to him quietly and had my eyes on him the entire time as I blew off all candles. I watched as he eats me apart with eyes, while Lucas and Beatrice cheered on.

"He is only seventeen but looks Knox's age." Knox gaped as he stared at Willow. "Damien is how old?" "Dami is seventeen." Mathew laughed as he made his way to the kitchen. "It really is hard to believe. He will be here in a couple of hours after school." "What else do I not know?" Knox asked.

Damian's last name was Moretti. Lorenzo Moretti's Moretti.

"It's just that I feel like I don't know anything about you. I'm your friend, right? I don't even know what you did abroad. What your job is. You never talk to me about yourself." "Are you interested in me?" Damian asked. I knew he was just teasing me. And my sharp gaze made him understand. He chuckled and apologized. "Where to start? Um... Let's start our introduction from the beginning. My name is Damian Blackwood, I'm 29 years old. My job includes lyricist, composer, music producer. People know me more as Whitehollow than as Damian. You can type that name into a search engine and you'll find out more. Then... I came home for a vacation, but my grandfather gave me a task of making a demo s