Damian Wayne Grandfather Novels & Stories

"DAMIAN..." His father leaned forward and called his name in threatening tone, his father was always the strict one, talking about status, power and royalty all the time, he always tried to keep Damian in his control but failed, Damian was always a rebel and his rebellious behaviour crossed all the lines when his father gave him the position of the mafia boss, but he always took care of his Brother and father... "It wasn't necessary, I can take care of it father..." He replied pouring himself a drink...

He said. ‘I’m so sorry.” I muttered. “For what?” He asked in surprise. “Your parents’ death. It must have been a huge burden for you to carry on your on.” I said in sadness. “You don’t have to feel sorry for me. I’ve passed that stage of my life already.” He said. That was a lot to take in. who would know that the fearless Damian Black had a really rough childhood. Despite losing both his parents at a very young age, he had to take over the family business.

I also understand now that your mother walking off like that when you were so young must have put you off relationships for life. ‘I have had plenty of relationships.’ ‘I mean real ones, not just sex. You don’t let anyone close because of it and that breaks my heart, because you deserve to have a lovely family.’ Damian felt a flash of panic. ‘Believe me that is not what I want. You are far more sensitive about this than I am. It was a long time ago and my mother was just another of your father’s many conquests. It happened long, long before he met and married your mother.’

“There are fake friends everywhere.” “Not as fake as you,” Damian scoffed. “Dam,” Avery put her hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder. If Avery hated her aunt, Damian intensely disliked her, and he abominated her for what she did to her. The way she mistreated her niece after her father died was unforgettable.

Now, since they appeared, Ace knows Damian Welsh is not simply looking forward to exposing Noah to being the illegitimate son of the Welsh family; he wants something else. “I would like to meet my grandson and his lovely mother. Don’t let anyone hinder me.” Damian Welsh looked at these people and said with a face full of smiles. “Father.” Ace suddenly shouted, which surprised Damian Welsh and others, because since childhood they had seen him only bow in front of his father and never raise his head. “Ace Welsh, don’t forget you’re the dog I raised, so don’t bark before me. I might have put a dog collar on your neck,” Damian Welsh shouted.

"And that lazy daughter of mine is still sleeping." She shook her head as she stepped aside, letting me in. "Come inside. Let me go wake her up." I hesitated for a second before stepping in. That’s when I saw him—Cynthia’s father. He was much younger than I had imagined. Not too tall, not too short. Not bad-looking either. He was already dressed for work, standing near the dining table as he finished his breakfast. He turned to me with a small smirk. "So, you’re the famous Damian?" he said, eyeing me. "Well, it’s a pleasure to inform you that you’re notoriously and infamously known in this house for your… handsome traits."

He came downstairs and met his Aunt and cousin sitting on the dining table eating. He sighed and stuck his hands inside the pocket of his loose joggers. "Since when did this place become your house?" He asked. "Is that how you say good morning to your Aunt?" Mabel asked in return. She might be his aunt, but Damien sees her as his mom. Mabel was the one who raised Damien, cuz his mom died after he was born, and his dad… he has no knowledge about him or what he looks like. "Don’t mind him mom, he has grown tall" Ava said sticking out her tongue for Damien. Even she is his cousin, Damien doesn’t joke with her, he considers her as his sister and always gives her what she wants.

he said, standing up, “Since my father, The Don, has named Blakey as his heir to the syndicate.” “Then this assignment is outside of the purview of my contract.” Said Cassie, leaning towards the table to set both hands on it, while looking at Damian directly into his eyes, “Your application failed to mention active threats against your family.” Damian’s blue eyes widened, and formed a slight frown in his face. A thousand emotions passed through his eyes, but when he noticed what kind of expression he was making, he immediately softened his gaze, he made an unreadable expression.

She put the phone away and reached for the door handle. Damian’s hand covered hers on the handle briefly, carefully, his thumb pressing once over her knuckles. “For what it’s worth,” he said quietly, “your grandfather was the most complicated man I ever tried to earn respect from. And the most worth it.” She looked at his hand on hers. “Don’t let go,” she said. The words came out smaller than she intended, more honest than she was fully prepared for. Damian went still. Then, slowly and deliberately, he threaded his fingers through hers.