Damian Wayne Ethnicity Novels & Stories

“The only person who can answer that is Dan. Let me look into Damien and find out who he is and then we go to Dan with the information.” Antonio researched on his laptop, using some police access. Damien was a popular name in the database so it took a couple of moments before he found anything that stood out. He narrowed it down to the area and found only ten people. He crossed-referenced his findings with the car show and found Damien Withers. His eyes, now glued, to the screen as his picture and information showed up. “That’s him,” Janet said as she looked over his shoulder. “Looks like he was sent to an orphanage out of state, dropped off by Bianca when he was born nineteen years ago. He

All the eyes turned to Damian, waiting for him to defend himself. We expect him to curse Zack out—but he didn't. He stands there, froze. "See?" Zack started speaking again. "You're trying to protect Adrian, that makes you gay as f*ck." Zack's laughter thundered across the camp—but he stopped when Damian speak. "I'm not gay," Damian whispered. "I WILL NEVER BE F*CKING GAY!" Damian's voice roared—shaking the whole camp. Nobody said another word as Damian left, entering the forest.

With a friendly fake smile on his face, Damian stood up, leaned back, and said to Spencer seriously, “Spencer Jones, I know who you are!” Tossing one of the documents in his hand on the coffee table, he continued, “Your mother come from France, and she worked as a doctor. Your father is American, and he is a professor at Columbia University. You have two sisters, one of whom is married to Russian businessman, and the other one is also a doctor.”

"It's just that I feel like I don't know anything about you. I'm your friend, right? I don't even know what you did abroad. What your job is. You never talk to me about yourself." "Are you interested in me?" Damian asked. I knew he was just teasing me. And my sharp gaze made him understand. He chuckled and apologized. "Where to start? Um... Let's start our introduction from the beginning. My name is Damian Blackwood, I'm 29 years old. My job includes lyricist, composer, music producer. People know me more as Whitehollow than as Damian. You can type that name into a search engine and you'll find out more. Then... I came home for a vacation, but my grandfather gave me a task of making a demo s

he announced, loudly. My heart started shaking at their testimonies about Damien, I knew this was a dead end. The fourth guy was dark skinned. He took off his hoodie and I could see his face properly. “Madam, I don't know who Damien is, but my spirit is against this mission" he said. “Anytime Femi’s spirit is against something, we always get in trouble," the Russian guy added. The fifth guy looked like the tech guy.

“So, what I mean is, the Wades group are more reliable than what media pushes out. I never told Arya but I really really respect the family she married into.” “Thank you. I’m deeply honored.” Damien responded with a small bow. Immediately after, Winx jumped unto another topic of conversation and Damien could only mentally sigh. Hadn’t Arya gone to look for the girl? But she was right here in front of him. Damien’s mind went to Seth going into the building. He might meet with Arya. A small frown came to his face but he wiped it off by rubbing his face. “Yeah, um… Winx, I’m grateful you think highly of me but… it is thanks to my predecessors.” He replied.

“Is there any one who would like to challenge Beta Kendra Silvercrest for the position of Beta?” A tall, burly, full bearded giant of a man stepped forward, shaped like a sumo wrestler, but surprisingly agile for a man his size. Damien was his name, and once Killian’s eyes chanced in him, a silent snarl escaped his lips, for Damien was one of the notorious wolves who ran in the pack, but he was a valuable asset to the pack, and had never really blantantly gotten out of line until now. You want to know the funny part?

Damian As we’re sitting here in church everyone is silent. Not a single person wants to get on Skulls bad side and I don’t fucking blame them. He’s ruthless and doesn’t give a shit if we’re 1% or not. His word is law and that’s that. “Your club looks good D.” He looks over my members who are all giving their best scowls. “None look like their gonna shit themselves.. yet” He lets out a scoff and then sets his eyes on me.

And every time I recalibrate, he counters—like he’s watching me work. Unless he isn’t watching me. Unless someone else is. I pull up an encrypted server and access a dossier I compiled long before this war went public. A contingency file. Insurance, if you will. Against men who believed their secrets were immune to time. One name stares back at me. ETHAN CROSS. Damian’s father. The old power. The architect who taught his son how to survive without ever teaching him how to be free. I feel a flicker of something close to regret.

It was my choice to be his slave and I couldn't go back on my words even if I wanted to. Went straight to my desk and decided to do a little research on Damian… There has to be something about his parents on the internet.. After typing for a few minutes I finally found a few interesting things about Damian.. There was so much about his success in dominating the business world but there was little on his family history.. There was nothing about his parents, not even a picture and it turns out Grandma Vanessa and Grandpa Narciso are actually his maternal grandparents.. Apparently there's nothing on his other grandparents and his family too.. it's more like they never existed…