Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Ethnicity

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…

I assured him. “I suppose you guys want to stay humble. I like that. Damion is like his grandfather in that respect. I respect a man that can do an honest day’s work and not walk around with his nose in the air acting like he’s too good to mingle with the rest of us. It’s rich people like that that make me crazy.” “Damion isn’t rich,” I corrected. Wayne laughed. “Girl, you’ve got some pretty high standards if you don’t think he’s rich. A billion dollars isn’t enough for you?”

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…

Damian stood in front of the doctor and stretched out his hand, “Doctor, take mine, as much as you want, as long as you save my grandmother.” “Which blood type are you?” “B positive.” “I am afraid you won’t be of help. Your grandmother has a very rare blood type, and we currently don’t have any in the hospital blood bank. We need someone who can donate blood ASAP.” “I will call my dad and tell him to come to the hospital and see if he is a match.” Although Damian stopped calling Ben his father when he was just a little boy, now was not the time to care about relationships. His grandmother’s life mattered the most.

“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.