Damian's Rose Novels & Stories

She is going to hate me if she finds out I have been smooching her stepbrother. "Hey babe," Damian said while coming into the bedroom and disconnecting me from my thoughts. He climbed on the space beside me as he removed his shorts he was on leaving just his boxes, I shyly look away. "You are still shy aren't you?" he said as he teases my neckline with his tongue and inhales my scent, placing soft kisses on my lips. he looked into my eyes and said

"Come on, Kaia! Are you sure you won't give me a chance? I am good, you know. I can make you feel so good that you'd–" I didn't let him finish and stood up and then walked out of there. Rose followed me after cursing Damian. They only laughed. Someone even called my name and whistled. How many times have I mined them in my mind. Now, Damian can't hide his true colors. He’s really showing me how bad his habit is. "Listen to that Damian! It's delicious to kill, eh! It should be kicked out if the family can't be influenced!" Rose as we ate a barbecue outside the university.

I wanted to hear what Damian had to say. “So it’s her fault that Roman had been lusting after her? It’s her fault that Roman sent his people over to my territory to kidnap her?” I heard Damian say and that made me smile. He actually defended me even after what I did that day. He took my side still even though it was a close friend of his. It made my heart flutter. “No boss but…….” “If you have nothing important to say anymore, leave.” Damian ordered shutting Grey up. Serves him right

He descended like a storm, fists flying, boots landing vicious kicks until the man was a bloodied heap, barely breathing. When he finally stopped, Damian turned to the others, his voice as cold and sharp as a blade. “Do you think I care about the deaths of six men?” he spat. “They were nothing—expendable pawns. I’d sacrifice a hundred more if it gives me what I want.” He paused, lifting his goblet to his lips, then added with a smirk, “And when this is over, Crescent Moon will kneel… and Alpha Stefan’s precious daughter—Rose—will be mine. As my mate. Or my slave. I haven’t decided yet.”

"Put that down, Inés. You don’t know what you’re playing with." "Neither do you," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Alonso Delgado wouldn’t know about secret passages. Wouldn’t lie about who screamed. Wouldn’t come out of a wall with blood on his hands." He said nothing. She moved toward him, poker still raised. "Who are you?" Silence stretched between them. And then he smiled. But it wasn’t Alonso’s smile. It was colder. Crueler. More dangerous. "You’re clever, cara mia. I’ll give you that."

Her palms, fingers were sweaty and trembling, much like her voice. That was when it dawned on me. It hit me like a bag of fucking bricks. I pulled my hands away, standing up so fast my chair scraped loudly against the floor. "What is this? What's going on?" "You need to seduce them if you have to," Dylan said urgently. "Keep the Black Rose on your side for as long as you can, because I can't do what Elijah is asking me to do anymore. And I can't protect you anymore." "Protect me from what?" My voice was rising, panic setting in. I watched my friend, watched as her frail body shook with sobs that didn't even leave her properly, watched as her brown eyes darkened with desperation as she reache

She said. Maddy's brow creased, but she nodded. “Call me Damian.” I said as Maddy turned to leave. “We look forward to working with you, Damian.” She smiled before disappearing. “Missing your little fuck already?” She shook her head. “That’s sad.” Sipping her drink, she drummed her fingers against the glass. “The mighty Damian Russo has been reduced to chasing a little girl.” She added, clicking her teeth. “That little girl happens to have a hold on me. One you’d never relate to.”

"You don't know me, and the things that are making me happy right now are dancing and my boyfriend." "Your boyfriend?" Rosie widened her eyes and crossed her arms. "I'm his boyfriend," Damian said proudly. "Not for too long, beautiful," Rosie faked a smile, "Maybe I don't know you anymore..." she said, approaching the dancer. "But I know exactly what your body loves." She whispered, touching his arms sensually, making him tense. "I know your weaknesses, Peter," "Don't fucking touch him!" Damian slapped her hand. "Go away!" She chuckled and stared at him with a disgusted face. "I seriously don't know what he likes about you. He usually goes for pretty girls,”

“I can’t watch you destroy your life over a…over a used pussy! I’ve been loyal. I’ve been…” “Olivia… Call her a whore one more time. I dare you,” Damien said coldly, without sparing her a glance. I stared at her. The cloth trembled in her hand; the wound on her arm had probably been staged by now but she was selling it with every fiber of her being. Every syllable was a knife aimed to cut me out of his orbit. My mouth went dry. This was another moment I could use to my advantage…the twist where Damien would finally choose, where he'd roar and declare his disgust at me and fling me to the curb. So I let myself fall into the part.