Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Ethnicity

Luciano sounded amused and I could tell because of the lopsided smile that played on his lips. I nodded. "I honestly want to know more about them. They seem like a very interesting family with dangerous secrets. Just like ours" Luciano laid flat on the bed, facing the ceiling. It was as if he was thinking on what to say to me. Or perhaps what to lie to me about. I was about opening my mouth to urge him to speak when he started talking as if reading my mind. "Damien is a drug baron which you know quite well. He helps us concerning the movement and sales of drugs all around Europe and Asia but Ecuador is his main territory. His sisters, Leila and Valerie mean the entire world to him.

“Since when did you care about my health other than paying the bills?“ Damian wanted to say he cares. Though he has been a dickhead but he keeps track of his recovery process. But he decided not to push it further. He swallowed past the bile rising in his throat. “I came to ask you about my family. My family's name is Stormrider. They are a member of the Cadman pack. Did you by any chance remember them?“

And Damian… Damian is a Lycan blooded Alpha. Even if I tried to fight, I wouldn’t last one second. But still, my eyes flick toward the heavy lamp. The corner table. The chair leg. I run through every weapon I could use—every opening I might find. But the answers are all the same. He’s stronger and he will win. The mattress creaks as I sit, bones stiff with dread. I stare at the floor, the lingerie clinging to my damp skin, praying for some miracle, some divine intervention—

He had a kingly dominating aura from him and for the first time in his life, Sabastian Wilson felt inferior to someone. " Thank you for honoring my invitation" Damian said after a while, this was his wife's father, he had to show respect. " I refuse to believe that Mr Damian is really less busy to meet someone like me" Sabastian spoke up and Damian gave a short laugh. " You are right Mr Wilson, I am a very busy man but when it comes to the closest person to me, I am not busy". " Why have you called?You want to start a project with me?".

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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.

“Oh, so you’re a Volante?” “She’s the daughter of Gataeno Volante.” Damiano informed as he sipped his wine. “How interesting.” His grandmother commented, tilting her head slightly to the side as she looked at Damiano. “Well, at least you’re Italian, or part of you is… Tell me, dear, what are you?” “Ay, madre…” His mother sighed and shook her head. I chuckled at his grandmother’s choice of words. “My mother is Greek. Is it that obvious that I’m not fully Italian?” I grimaced a little, feeling embarrassed that my Italian sucked this much.

I asked in annoyance. “His name is Damian Zade. Canadian origins. Not married, no children, gay judging by the intimate photos we saw of him kissing another man or men actually. His younger brother is named Daniel, he is his right hand man. We couldn’t find any addresses though. Only pictures of them” he said as he dropped two photos on the table in front of us. We all leaned closer to take a look at them. Their names were written on the side of their photos. Damian was apparently in his forties.

He answered. “Okay. He is probably in his late twenties or early thirties, he was heavily built, he has blue orbs and dirty blond hair. Recognize anyone with those features??” I asked. “Hmmm yeah. Matthew, only difference is that Matthew has brown orbs instead.” Damian answered. “I know who Matthew is and that clearly wasn’t him. I almost forgot. He has a black mole on his left cheek.” I said. Damian froze when I mentioned the mole. “What did you just say??” He asked as he suddenly became very serious.

I grinned "In the light of knowing your age, I'll say you should stop being a worrywart,.least you start growing grey hairs and fight less because you'll be running out of energy faster than we young people" He burst to laughter. Louder than the previous ones I've ever heard from him. He seemed very free and happy, not like the Boss of the underworld, not like the owner of a multimillion dollars company, Just Damien. The husband of Serena Rossi and the Father of Maria Genovese. That's who he looks like in this moment. It warmed something in my chest and I lifted my hand to rub it.