Damian Vance Novels & Stories

"Evening, as some of you know and some of you don't, my name is Damien. I'm twenty-seven years old and I am the owner of this place." Raven's mouth dropped, what? How was he so successful at such a young age. Raven lightly poked the girl next to her so that she could get her attention. "What does he do for a living?" she whispered. "He is the CEO of Luxshmier. Don't you know them? They are very popular and that's where he gets his wealth from." "Did he star......." Before Raven could finish her sentence, she was cut off: "Can you speak when it's your turn to make an introduction." said Damien.

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“I disdain needless deaths, but if Candido should die, it would not be needless. I do not need him, after all. And there is an argument to be made for his death being a good thing.” I shook my head. “After all, if he is dead and his body disposed of, Damian certainly can’t drink from him.” Vanessa went pale. “He… Why would he…?” “Damian is a power-monger,” he said. “Quite simply if you proved yourself useful… if any of you did, he would have already drained you dry.” He smiled. “Or staked you.” My stomach jolted and I looked up at him. He smiled.

He confesses calmly " Then let me in. Please I need help my daughter is sick" I beseech him before hearing a car horn. He hurries off to open it, letting a black SUV drive out and I know only it too well, who it belongs to, Darrick. As the car drives out I hurrily stand in its path in an effort to gain an audience. " What is the meaning of this rubbish Vixen?" Darrick yells angrily as he alights from the car, with his new found lover Sapphire.

“I won’t speak on her but I will tell you to be careful with her. She might be your karma.” I almost laughed. Dante was too practical to believe in karma. “She not my karma—” “The things we’ve done are enough for karma to be real.” “Either way, Viola is not my karma. If you met her, you would know she’s a good wife and a pleasant person to be around. She also has something about her that pulls people to her. Even Lucia is warming up to her.” He shook his head and stared at me incredulously. “I’ve never heard you say someone is pleasant to be around. What is that girl giving you? She’s the daughter of the biggest snake in the game. Are you sure you want to warm up to her?”

Damien was smart; he would surely know something was up and wouldn't just come into his territory without getting prepared. "Yes, and we are awaiting your order," Connor said. "Good, bring Damien to me alive. He's mine. I don't care what state he is in; just bring him to me alive," Lucian said. "Noted, Alpha," Connor bowed and walked away from Lucian. Typing some numbers on his phone, Connor dialled it, and after two rings, the person at the other end picked up. "The target is Alpha Damien. He should be brought to us alive, and as soon as I get the route he'd be passing, I shall communicate it with you. You all shall be paid handsomely by the Alpha of the Black Night Pack." Connor said into

It bounces up and down in the air, the massive head still slick from my saliva. Damian pushes me against the mattress, spreading me wide as he takes ahold of his dick and rubs the head across my slit. "Please" I moan as I look into his eyes. Damian's hands are firmly planted on my hips, his grip is firm and strong as he uses his hands to spread me open. My legs are shaking with anticipation, waiting for the moment his dick pierces me. I want to feel him inside me so bad, stretching me and claiming every inch of my body as his own.

“Good things I hope,” Damien shrugs. “Yeah, they are good stories. I've watched your performance the couple of times Vance has visted my place, I see you are good on the rink. I instantly became a fan of yours. A really supportive step brother you have,” his tone is teasing and his eyes hold a knowing look. Vance throws him a glare again, Damien gives him a playful look. The sight is endearing. Damien doesn't interact this much with Zach, Dean Henry and Scar or tease them as much. “He is,” Ahvi says shyly, I nearly laugh out loud. It is adorable how sheepish she gets when Vance is involved.

--- DAMIAN The moment Vivian ended Charlotte’s call, the room felt different, heavier, tighter, like someone had closed all the windows. She stared at the phone long after her phone went off, her fingers trembling slightly. But when she finally looked at me, something in her look softened like she remembered we were in the middle of something deeply personal, something more serious “Damian,” she said quietly, “you were telling me about… your past.” I hadn’t expected her to want to keep going.

I stood by the glass window of my office, watching the city lights flicker beneath the dark sky. The door opened behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know it was Damian. The faint smell of his cologne and the heavy sound of his steps gave him away. "The reporters outside the front gate finally left," he said, walking into the room. He had taken off his suit jacket, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. "My car is waiting in the basement garage. Nobody will see us." I turned around and grabbed my handbag from the desk. "Did Vance try to reach you?"