Damian Vance Novels & Stories

“But sir, do you think you and Arya can be… married couples? She still doesn’t know who you are.” Sir Damien stopped in front of the door, his hands already on the door knob. “But I know who she is. My first love. Stop the questions. She’s not home now. Go yourself, get your young master a wife.” As he walked out, his driver, standing outside the Lamborghini pushed the honk button then bowed. “Sir Damien, where do you want to be?” “At Northern Eclipse university.” He sighed, getting in. He saw the Butler leave the room and wave, as his Lamborghini dashed out of the compound.

Fiona says quietly. "For fucks sake!" Kyle says as he stalks across the van. Flinging the back doors open with such force, it shook the whole van. "I swear to the goddess, you two are the most incompetent!" He hisses at them as he jumps out. His hands slide underneath my arms, gripping me and pulling my body out. They may not want to let me die, but the bedside manner is severely lacking.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

This guy is around 6’3-’4, because I was 5’9. “I am calling up your boss and he is going to fire your ass right now, the nerve you have of coming here and talkin-” I yell at him with a thunderous voice but he cuts me off. “Just call him, I don’t have much time.” He says arrogantly with a smirk plastered across his face. I was taken off guard with his sudden change in demeanour. What the hell happened to the sweet innocent guy? I quickly made a call and Charles picked it up in one ring, because he knew how impatient I was, “Hello Danika dear, what pleas-“

“I want us to tailer her. Talking on the phone will soon not be enough, she will want to meet him.” “But what about her bodyguard, if what you saying is true, I don't think she would want to risk being exposed like that, knowing full well that he will tell you.” “Damien he will be on sick leave as of tomorrow.” “Sounds like a plan. but are you sure about this?” “It's the only way to find out the truth. I don't like it but, it needs to be done.” I got up and stood by the window looking out. “Like I said, it could mean nothing.”

There was only him, though. Damien Cole. He looked different when I got close. More sharp. More height. His presence was like a storm in one person. His dark hair was a little messy, his tailored suit fit perfectly, and his gray eyes cut right through me. I thought they would be dead and mean. Instead, they were alive, too alive, and they were watching me with a calm that made me uneasy. “Ms. Vance,” he said, his voice low, deliberate. “You’re late.”

“I needed that truck driver alive.” Kicking the desk in rage, it flew in the direction of the suited men, and they skittered to the side, avoiding being hit. “Now, what do you want me to do?” I demanded, moving towards Dante menacingly. “Applaud you for flopping my plans? I mean,” I stopped a few inches from him, glaring in his face, “Damon Vyon got to him first, as you said. And how are we so sure the truck driver didn’t give us away to him on a platter of gold?”

Then, a familiar voice. "Damien." Fontaine’s enforcer stepped into the light, the unmistakable gleam of a suppressor attached to his pistol. Vance. Fontaine’s right hand. A man as ruthless as he was efficient. "You really thought you could win this?" Vance smirked, leveling his gun. "You should’ve run when you had the chance." Damien clenched his jaw, his mind racing. The gunfire around them faded into white noise. This was personal. "You talk too much," Damien growled, then lunged.

and Kyla pulling free, not running to the battle line but to the elevated ridge to her right where she could see better, where the angle was clear. What she saw stopped her. Vance had Damian pinned weight advantage, position advantage, his forearm across Damian's throat. It was not going to hold. She could see that even from the ridge Damian's body was still functional, still calculating, the muscles in his free arm tensed to push at the exact right moment. But in the three seconds before that moment came, Vance looked up. He looked directly at Kyla. And he smiled. It was the smile of someone who had just understood something, and what he had understood was where to look to find the thing th

He leaned in, “Is this what you wanted? You wanted Lilliana to die so she would stop discovering your affair, right? You wanted her gone so much that you were willing to kill her.” “Damian, after all this years, do you think I am capable of harming another human?” I pleaded with him, “She is lying and you are too wrapped up in her lies to see it.” “Shut up!” He barked at me. I lowered my head, my tears finally spilling over my nose and hitting the metal table. There was no point in arguing. The web was too tight. Liliana had won, and Damien was completely blind. Mr. Vance, stepped forward and opened his leather briefcase with a crisp snap. He pulled out a thick document and slid it across th