Damian Wayne Birthday Novels & Stories

She sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch him. “Can I ask you something?” she said softly. “Anything.” “When did it start?” she asked. “Your condition. When was your first reaction?” Damian was quiet for a long moment. He looked down at his hands. “I was sixteen,” he said, his voice low. “My parents died in a car crash. I was at school when they called. Just… a phone call. ‘Your parents are gone.’ No warning. No goodbye. Just gone.” Her chest tightened.

“I’ve met his mother a few times, and she seems nice. You should meet her sometime.” “That’s completely irrelevant to me since she’s Callie’s mother-in-law, not mine,” Sierra replied, shrugging. “Oh, that’s not the response I expected from you.” “Then what were you expecting?” Sierra chuckled softly. “I was hoping—” Damian’s sentence was interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. “Excuse me,” he said as he answered the call. “Damian, how long do I have to wait at home before you come back? Did you forget today is Maya’s birthday? She won’t let the party start until you’re here,” a woman’s voice said through the phone, making Sierra immediately avert her gaze.

I fastened Damian's seatbelt, my brother then started the engine and we drove away the mansion. "Whose party are we about to attend, Mommy?" Damian asked, it was a bit so everybody heard him. Syd has a sympathetic look for the kid. Meanwhile, my parents seemed in distress. Dad may be cold on the outside but i'm pretty sure he's stabbing Lorcan in his head by now. "It's your Daddy's party, baby." I answered Damian in a controlled voice. His curious eyes shone. "It's his birthday today?!" "Uhm, apparently not. It's just that... it's a..." Damn, i couldn't find the right term to explain things without breaking it up to him.

"Thanks for buying the tickets." "You're welcome." Damien turns to look at me, a little smile on his face. There's mischief in his eyes. I know what he's about to do. "I'm not playing Truth or Dare." I scowl at him. "You said it's a childish game, remember? Can't we just chill?" "Truth or Dare, Dani." "Truth." I roll my eyes. "When is your birthday?" He asks. "The fifth of July." "You're a Cancer." He says. "You guys are a ball of emotion, intensity and passion. Explains why you would go to any extreme to get revenge."

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Damian said, smiling as he went through his bath. Entering his bathroom, Damian stripped off his black gloves, took off his shirt and trousers, and prepared for his bath. After he was done, he came out of the bathroom and dressed in sleeping wear. His phone rang, and he took it from the shelf to see who was calling. "Boss, should I arrange for any lady for you tonight?" Jeff Brody asked. Damian was in no mood for any woman. "No. Contact the Dawson family and let them know about my offer," he said.

All the time! *** Three years Later*** It’s my birthday, and Damian was returning back home after a 4 weeks business trip in Italy It had been one of the longest moments away from him, especially as Brielle, Nate, and myself wasn’t with him. So, when I got to know that he was coming today, I made arrangements with the children’s grandma. Damian’s mom was more than willing to have Nate, our adopted son (Late Susan’s son) and Brielle, our two-year old daughter, all to herself for the day, while I prepared a romantic setting for my husband.

"What? It's the truth. Don't get mad just because people are calling you out." "Whatever. Let's drop it," he added. "You did have a rough time holding down the fort for me these past few years. Let's get moving. The wedding's set for tomorrow." Tomorrow was my 28th birthday. My footsteps faltered for a second. I remembered back when Damian and I were still together, I had told him, "My mom married my dad when she was 28 years old, and my sister got married at that age, too. Both of them ended up incredibly happy. I guess I'm just superstitious like that."

Even though I was standing right in front of him, he felt a sudden, inexplicable distance—as if I were already fading away. "Selena, I know I’ve been preoccupied lately," he said, a rare note of guilt in his voice. "The day after tomorrow is your birthday. I promise I’ll cancel all Commission meetings. I’ll spend the whole day with you, okay?" I forced a small, thin smile onto my porcelain-pale face. "Okay." Damian let out a sigh of relief. When my birthday arrived, he was unnervingly energetic, as if overcompensating for his absence. Throughout the drive, he talked incessantly about the family’s future expansion, trying to spark the "loyalty" I was supposed to feel as a Moretti.

"You have to come." Damien grinned. "I will." I looked at Diana. "When is your birthday?" She answered proudly. "July sixth." My smile disappeared. "What did you say?" "July sixth." I stared at her for a second I couldn't breathe. Damien looked at Diana with wide eyes. "That's my birthday too!" Diana gasped loudly. "No way!" "Yes!" "We have the same birthday!" The two of them began jumping excitedly. "We can celebrate together!"