Damian Wayne Ethnicity Novels & Stories

“So, are you going to introduce yourself one last time before we change your identity and send you off to Italy?” For the first time, he smiled. It wasn’t wide, not smug—just small, tired, like a man letting out a secret he’d been holding too tightly. He took the glass. “My name is Damian.” I repeated it under my breath, tasting it. “Damian.” I tilted my head, studying him the way I might study a chess piece before deciding where it fit on the board. “And who, Damian, is the person that has it out for Harvest Bloom?”

Master Dan said his eyes fixed on Damian. "He's not my brother," Damian replied angrily. "I'm Oliver Antonio," Oliver chuckled. "We share the same father." "And I'm Damian Isreal Makari. That asshole you call father isn't my father," Damian said emphasizing on the "my father". "My father died the day my mom died," Damian said hiding some sort of emotion.

Even though Kayson’s lightning energy did not counter his negative energy, there was no way he could defend himself against an attack from Kayson. Damian was an elite fighter from the Skyspring Wolfendens. He was only half a step away from entering the gold stage, but he met his demise at the hands of Kayson today. “Dr. Yarde... Are you a pre-celestial energy user?” Gerald did not know how to put his feelings into words right now. If he could get someone like Kayson to help his family, he might be able to bring his family to the next level and reach the heights of the six great families.

“I’m glad that you took my offer of letting me stay for the night.” “You didn’t give me any choice,” she pointed out. All throughout dinner, Sam was glad that Damian behaved accordingly towards her friends. He treated Santino with no bigotry and even finding out that he has some roots in his father’s hometown in Italy. The two talked through the evening, even garnering some awe from Darren, Vanessa and Trent. Sam was able to discover that Damian is a good conversationalist, matching the conversation with Darren and Trent as they delve into politics, Santino with culinary and Vanessa with fashion and travel.

Her stepmom had told her she was getting married to Damian Wilson in a few days and although Layla did not have a boyfriend she was not ready to get married at nineteen. Damian is the only son of her late dad’s friend Mr. Wilson. Layla has known Damian since she was a kid, Damian was older than her by six years and back then anytime Layla came around to play with Kendra, Damian’s sister, He usually hides in his room because of his body. Most kids in his school back then do call him “ fatty” Damian was a plus size back then and was always ashamed to associate with others but it all came to a halt when he traveled abroad to further his education.

"The shooter is a man, young, white." "This young white man have a name?" "Yeah, he calls himself Damian, D for short, although I am not very sure it's his real name, might be using an alias for all we know." "What else do you know about this guy? Physical appearance? Deformities? Anything we can use to identify him?" I leaned back on my seat, trying to recall his face. It was dark, I hadn't seen much. "Not much, he had blond hair and very blue eyes, almost electric."

At some point it felt as though I’d ordered a catalogue just to see his screwed up face until I reached into the later part of the file. Now I was looking at his history. Damien .D. Born on the 19th of May, 1991 in North Carolina. No known siblings. Surprisingly he seemed to have gone to some of the best prestigious schools, but nothing here gave exactly what we were looking for. My phone began to ring again. Phil. “Hey, there’s nothing more than background stuff here. Sure you got the right intel?” “Yeah man, forgot to mention that we’d be visiting one of his schools. Apparently they should have more information on him.”

A renowned billionaire. Diam was every girl's dream man. His tall physique, well-built biceps, and face well-sculptured made him somewhat irresistible. His green eyes synced harmoniously with his black, curly hair. He was without any facial flaws. His father was Japanese and his mother was an American. They resided here in America –Carlifonia to be precise– more than other countries they had been to. The Dane family traveled a lot but decided to stay longer in America. Dane Diam was a hottie, but ruthless. He was known for his terrifying wrath. No one ever got close enough to understand the real him. He wouldn't let anyone close. Just her.

“ This isn’t the time to be talking about this mom . We will talk later . “ said Damian . Madam Diana realised that she shouldn’t continue the subject anymore as she didn’t want to make her son feel uncomfortable . “ Alright son ! Let’s go back to the main topic . What connection does Angelo have with your blood type ? “ said madam Diana , changing the subject . “ He has the same blood type as me mom . “ said Damian with a serious look on his face . “ What ?…….Same blood type ?!….. “ said madam Diana with a shocked expression . “ Yes…….He was in need of some blood . When the doctor said that there was no one with his type of blood nor did they have any blood in their storages . I offered my

I feel Damian’s chuckle before it erupts from his chest. He laughs “Apparently my cock size is a problem!” He’s amused about this, yet cocky that his size can cause such a stir. “My mother was from an Alpha bloodline, like Ashe she was the second oldest, so an older sibling took over for their father, in Italy. My mother was happy to be Female Beta and a warrior in her own right, but some of the Alpha genetics filtered down to me, hence my size and strength.” Jane appears to be about to ask more when the doorbell rings, both Damian and I know who it is without moving and I jump up and run to the door. “Logan! I wasn’t expecting you to cme over!”