Damian Romeo Age Novels & Stories

"She looks really young." "Yes, she is." Dante sat back in his seat. "We met when she was eighteen and still in high school." Dante smiled to himself. "She's grown since then. She'll be turning twenty-four in September." "That's quite the age gap if you think about it." Damion mentioned as he picked up a slice of pepperoni and sausage. "I believe I don't compare while having a Demon sitting with us." Dante retorted as he picked up a slice of Hawaiian. "You've been around far longer than I have."

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

"Next case." They walked out of the courthouse in silence. The sun was bright. The steps were crowded with people—lawyers, defendants, families waiting for their loved ones. Damian sat down on the stone railing and put his head in his hands. "Kids," Sebastian said. "She wants us to coach kids." "I heard." "I hate kids." Damian looked up. "You ARE a kid." "I'm twenty-nine years old." "You threw a zucchini in your pants at a grocery store. You sang Taylor Swift at karaoke. You got us pulled over for having sex in a car because you yelled 'bit busy, officer' at a cop." Damian stood up. "You are absolutely a child."

He says and slaps me a couple of times and l wince every time his hand meets my jaw. By the time he was done landing a few punches I was on the floor groaning in pain, once he was done beating the shit out of me, I stood up wiping the blood from my mouth and nose. "I see you have been going out with a girl, what's her name again?" Ron asks one of his friends. "Elicia Rae, her mother works at that hospital Cedars something." Ron's friend the one who had dark blonde hair says and I freeze on spot. "You are wasting money on her, shouldn't you be adding that money on the money you give me?" Ron says and I try to keep my cool so he won't take this whole thing seriously.

"Most people have already left. There are specifics that Father and Cavallaro need to go over with Salvatore Vitiello. Now there is just Damon and his group." I peered through the gap and had a clear view of the throng of chairs gathered around the fireplace. With his legs crossed and a glass of Scotch in his hand, Damon relaxedly rested against the fireplace's marble ledge. He was sitting next to his brother Matteo, who had his legs apart and a wolfish grin on his face. During dinner, they had called Romero, the second bodyguard, and Cesare to sit in the other recliners. Romero appeared to be around 18 years old, which is the same age as Matteo. By social norms, they are hardly men, but n

“And these three are?” The man leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His bodyguards didn’t move, but their watchful eyes tracked my every movement. “I’m Damian,” he said, his voice smooth and deep. “Damian Cross.” The name hit me like a jolt. Everyone in the city knew who Damian Cross was—one of the youngest, most successful businessmen in the country. He was a billionaire, a man whose name was synonymous with power and wealth. “What’s a guy like you doing here?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “This doesn’t seem like your scene.”

Damian, are you even listening to me?’ Damian turned his gaze from the window of his Athens office to his lawyer, Nico. ‘Pardon?’ ‘Have you heard a word I’ve been saying? I’ve been telling you that Baxter has agreed to all our terms. We’ve been working on this deal for over a year. We should celebrate.’ Damian didn’t feel like celebrating. He listened to his friend offer profuse congratulations, his mind preoccupied with Sophia. What the hell had possessed him to sleep with someone as inexperienced as her?

Arthur asks once more. Damian stopped for a moment and considered if he will tell Arthur. "17," he said, knowing Arthur would freak out. "Oh I see" Arthur stopped and looked at Damian after realizing what he said. "What?" He asked again. Damian looks at Arthur as if saying he won't repeat it anymore. Arthur gasped and covered his open mouth. "You can't be serious right?" Arthur asked again, trying to deny what he just heard. "Don't I look serious?" Damian asked and looked at Arthur with a piercing gaze.

Anaya and Lucia were happy when they heard about Celestine's pregnancy and that their master had found her. Damien was restless. This matter was turning into another direction. A dark smile crept on his lips. Who was he? Damien Romano- the most ruthless and evil person in underworld and business world. For Celestine he had turned soft but it was time to show the real demon, sleeping inside him. He left his study and walked towards opposite direction which lead to the room where Athena was.

Damian martins continued walking in front of his assistant, Rubby. He is a thirty year old business tycoon, the richest and the most feared man of California and its environs. His businesses were scattered all over the American continent and beyond. He is the king of the business world which no man can reach and he was blessed with a face and a body people could only dream off. " Boss, it's already getting late. We should get going" Rubby, his assistant whined as they continued to comb through the bushes. Damian had suggested he wanted to go hunting and here they were, with Rubby holding all the hunting gear.