Damian Vance Novels & Stories

And a promise. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. ...?" I trail off, my heart pounding as I look up into those familiar, terrifying blue eyes,suddenly excited to know his real name. "Vance," he replies, a dangerous challenge dancing in the blue depths. "Damian Vance."

Damian stood at the top floor of his sitting room balcony, looking downward at Grant, who got out of his car to assist his sister in getting into his car. "Damian!" Grant yelled as he gazed up at Damian, his voice loud and firm. "This isn't the end of the road. Don't think that you can mess with the Milian's group and go scot-free! I will get my revenge on you!!" Grant shouted, glaring at Damian, who stood there and smirked.

"Hei‌nrich Vance’s security de⁠tail didn't ju⁠st let him walk away, sir. Th⁠e‍y f​a​cil​i​tat‌ed a one-wa​y ticket t​o a secondary termina⁠l i‌n Paraguay. H‌e’s liquidati‍ng the last of his European accounts as we speak. His​ na‌m⁠e has been permanently removed from the⁠ N⁠orth A‌merican registry blocks. He doesn't ha‌ve​ a single signature left in the sy‍stem, D⁠amien.‌ As far as the law​ i‌s​ concerned, he’s c‌omp​l​etely out. He’s a ghost‌." Damien hung up the p‍hone and set it on the desk with‍ a controlle​d,‍ deliber‍ate motion. He walked over to Cel⁠es‍te’s chair, h‌is large hand comin​g down to rest​ on the​ back of her neck, his thumb r⁠u⁠b‍bing over the soft‌, sens⁠itive ski​n behi

"I was useful while I could keep Betty in play and keep you three busy chasing me instead of him. The second I stopped being convenient, he threw me away the same way he threw away Travis." "Your chance to walk away disappeared a long time ago," Damon told him, his voice flat and final. "After everything you did to Betty. The kidnapping. The attacks. The people who died because you were too greedy to see what was right in front of you." Vance's jaw tightened but he didn't argue. He knew Damon was right. That was probably the worst part of watching him sit there. He actually knew. Then his expression shifted. Something flickered behind the defeat, not defiance, more like the last reflex of a

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

"You accepted our grace. You watched Sheba show you genuine human kindness while you were actively sliding a knife between her shoulder blades." Selene squeezed her eyes shut, a fresh tear escaping to trace down her pale cheek. "I know, Mr. Vance. I deserve whatever punishment you decide. Prison, ruin, anything." "Prison is too easy for a traitor," Damien replied smoothly, stepping around the desk until he stood just inches from her. His presence was overwhelming, a towering wall of lethal authority. "If we hand you over to federal custody right now, Harrison Vance finds out immediately. He realizes his asset is burned, he cuts the connection, and he crawls back into whatever dark hole he ca

His claws had retracted. But he was weak. Broken. Barely holding on. Eliana stared at him, her eyes filled with hatred. "Where is Damien?" she demanded. "I don't know," Vance whispered. "I don't—" "Liar." She turned the dial to the highest setting. Vance's world exploded into agony. --- The howl tore through the night. Damien Cross froze in the woods. He knew that voice. Vance. His body shifted before his mind could react. Claws pushed from his fingertips. His eyes burned gold.

“I'd be disappointed if he did.” Hayden crossed the room and took her hand. “Whatever happens in that boardroom, don't let him bait you into a rash call.” She squeezed his fingers. “I've thought this longer than you realize.” “I know.” She searched his face. Last night, they had carved out a few hours where shadows of the past didn't dictate every breath. She intended to protect that fragile peace by not letting Damian keep what was rightfully hers. “Let's go.” Vance Biotech occupied a sleek monolith on the city's eastern fringe. Its name gleamed in silver above the entrance, a monument to what Richard Vance built before Damian stole it, though he still ran it, or so he believed.

Standing like silent, dangerous sentinels behind me were Zane, Cassian, and Kian. "We aren't just defending against his injunctions anymore," I spoke, my voice steady, sharp, and cutting cleanly through the nervous murmur of the room. "Damian Vance built his entire empire on leverage, extortion, and stolen legacies. Today, we pull the foundation out from under him."

I turned around, my heart instantly restarting its panicked rhythm. Damian Vance was standing right behind me. His right arm was still bound tightly in the thick medical brace from where Julian had crushed it in the garage, his face pale, but his dark eyes glittered with a manic, predatory malice. In his left hand, he held two crystal flutes of premium champagne. "Damian," I said, forcing my voice to remain steady as I took a half-step back against a marble pillar. "I don't think your doctors authorized you to attend public events so soon after your... accident."