Damian Wayne Lego Novels & Stories

Damien had the almost slumping Wayne supported by his hands crossed around the latter's shoulders. He let go of Wayne and the latter fell to the floor, groaning and rolling to his back. My eyes looked between the two before I hurried to Wayne, lifting his head onto my laps. “When I tell you this creature is weak, you shush me. Now look, Just a little run and he already lost it,” Damien mocked, obviously not any less concerned about his immediate elder brother's gasp for breath. My left hand flew to Wayne’s chest and I regulated his breathing by roughly rubbing on it. “Why did you make him run, Damien?” I chided, glancing up at Damien who now leaned on the window that I suspect must have had

The sleek, matte-black Aston Martin glided to a stop in front of a towering glass building in central London. Damian corporation. Newly launched, already making waves in the corporate world. The company logo, bold and metallic against the polished stone, gleamed under the soft September sun. The hum of conversation around the building turned to an excited buzz as the car opened with a swift hiss, cameras flashed. Reporters surged forward. The tall, striking man who stepped out of the car in tailored black suit that matched his car, sharp and commanding. Effortlessly powerful. Alpha Damian, young and yet a mysterious mogul in both business and supernatural worlds.

Scarlett knew she was probably thinking too far ahead and expected too much from her brother but she genuinely liked Lana and wished she could have such a genius as her sister in law, but she guessed all depended on the two of them and at the end of the day she could only watch from the observer’s seat. Meanwhile Damian headed back to his place and browsed the nearest gun store as well as made an appointment to a tech store he was a loyal customer of. Somehow he really did not want to waste more time and as soon as he was done, he went to the gun store with his car and started seeking for the perfect gun for her. He was not really well educated in the gun world so he asked one of the staff t

We were loud enough that Damian heard. He came running out barefoot. He stood in front of me, arms out, glaring up at Lorenzo, like a little knight guarding his princess. Lorenzo looked down at him and laughed, cruel. "Just like your mother. Cheap." Damian's eyes went red. He didn't move an inch. Same stubborn streak as his father. Under the pillow on Damian's bed was a photo. Me and Lorenzo, from before. He'd always known Lorenzo was his dad.

Neither making any sense. I watched them. It was impossible not to. They were complete opposites. Yet somehow inseparable. "Daddy," Diana announced proudly. "Damien drew a dinosaur with six heads yesterday." Damien nodded. "It was awesome." "I'm sure it was." "It ate three cities." "Only three?" I asked. Damien looked impressed. "You understand dinosaurs." "I understand destruction." The boy laughed. Then Diana grabbed his hand. "Come sit." Before Damien could answer, another familiar voice interrupted.

Damian said. Emma gasped. “But it’s huge!” “Yes,” Damian replied solemnly. “That’s the point.” He carried it awkwardly under one arm as they left the shop, ignoring the looks and laughter from passersby. Arielle laughed so hard she had to stop walking. “You’re unbelievable.” “I am a married man,” Damian said gravely. “I make questionable choices now.” Emma hugged the stuffed lion fiercely. “I’m naming him Sir Roars-a-Lot.” “An excellent name,” Damian said.

Particularly when it's a dangerous weapon. Damian just looked at his mother with a flat stare. Once he removed the mask, he was able to speak freely. Then he looked back at the middle-aged man in front of him. He didn't need to get to know the man. In the Sawyer Group, Damian's role was more senior than anyone else's, even though... This is the latest Glock Seven series. You won't find it anywhere but in my main safe, Uncle." Damian gave a brief, almost imperceptible smile. His eyes were fixed on Leonard, who didn't look away. He was challenging Damian.

She banged on the window as he shifted the gear. “Damien, you arrogant prick! You can’t leave me here all by myself!” His eyes flicked up to the mirror once—and then he stepped on the gas. The engine roared as he sped off, Cleo’s voice trailing behind in the rearview. “Damien Voss!” ** The lobby of Voss Holdings smelled like polish and perfection. Damien strode through the gleaming glass doors, face unreadable. Sharp suit, sharper eyes. The morning had left a bitter taste, and he was dangerously close to snapping.

I look around Zane just in time to see one of his pack members lurching toward us. Holy fuck… Damian. The guy whose ass I kicked during my first sparring match with the males. He isn't fully human, but he isn't full wolf either. Damian is somewhere in between, similar to a lycan, but his deformed legs are crouched and his back hunched over, like he physically cannot stand upright. The fur on his back is black and wild, spiked in every direction. His hands are human, but with claws, the same way mine looks when I’m fighting a shift, but the skin is sickly pale, like that of a corpse, and every blue vein is visible.

Cassandra added. Damian looked at me as if seeking my permission before saying anything, I just smiled at him and nodded a go-ahead to him. "Okay, before I agree to this plan of yours, promise to do one thing for me," Damian said feasting his gaze on me. I looked at him wondering what his request might be. "What is it?" I asked, looking at him suspiciously. "I want you to start working at the head office with me," he said mischievously.