Damian Wayne Lego Novels & Stories

He patted Simon’s shoulder, then nodded understandingly. “I see, Uncle.” “I will talk to Bruce about it.” Damian smiled again, then nodded. He stood off the chair and then left the room. Now, Damian has a new strategy against Taggart. His agility trick would put Taggart in trouble. “Now you know who you’ll face, Cousin.” Damian mocked silently in his car before driving out of Simon’s yard. ***

Elon sounded so excited. When my eyes shifted to Damian, he looked like he was waiting for my answer, and I once again nodded. I approached them, letting out a small smile, then I sat beside the two of them. “What did you want to play, lego?” I asked, my eyes looking through his toys. “Hmm!” Elon nodded. “Then, your mom and I gotta team-up. You know she’s not good at it,” Damian teased, throwing me a taunting look. “How about a team-up, Mommy?”

SAMANTHA'S POV… “By child do you mean Damian?” “Damien wasn't so cold back then when he was still a child.. he was the brightest kid with the biggest smile and also a bubbly kid.. he loved colorful things, kites, Legos, drawings too… He would always hide in the basement just to draw things and he was actually good at it to a point we all thought he was gonna be an artist..” the old lady heaved a sad sigh as she reminisced about the good old days…

then he stood up to take a cold shower, after some tome he came out wrapped around a towel into his room, he moved to his closet and picked up a black denim trouser, a black calvin klein t-shirt, and a black jacket to follow, he then wore a black timberland boot, his feature was so alluring that any one who saw him will fear him and fall in love with him automatically Damian walks out of his room to meet stephan waiting for him, stephan greeted him and they both walk out of the blue lake castle, Damian walked to his car a black Lykan hypersport, he entered the driver sit while stephan followed in the passangers sit and hey drove off screching.

Bruce squinted and seemed even more curious as he asked, "Who are you?" Mya smiled. "Are you Damian Lector's family?" Damian was the name of the Lector’s son who sacrificed himself in a battle against the outlands. Since then, his family had been in shambles. The family looked at Mya and Adrian in confusion when they heard his name being mentioned. At that moment, Olga suddenly opened her mouth and pointed at Adrian as she said, "I-I know you… You're War Legate Draco! I've seen you on television!"

“This cunt is mine. Say it, Elena. Call me Daddy while you leak all over my hand like a filthy girl.” She was so close, right on the edge again. He slowed once more, torturing her. “Fuck… Daddy,” she finally whispered, cheeks burning. Damon’s eyes flashed with pure hunger. “Louder.” “Daddy!” she cried out, grinding shamelessly on his fingers. “Please, Daddy, let me cum. I need it so bad.” “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. He slammed his fingers harder, curling them perfectly. “That’s my dirty little assistant. Calling your boss Daddy while he fingers your sloppy cunt in front of the whole city.”

"I'm Damian. Damian Logan." As they conversed a few more words, Hayley's mind drifted into a deep abyss. She watched Leonardo closely, unable to grasp her thoughts, but admiring his physique as her eyes roamed over his body. He looked very good in his black leather jacket, taking her back to... Her admiration was abruptly disrupted by Adrian's words. "I must admit Damian, you bear a striking resemblance to my daughter. It's almost as if you're her doppelganger. One might think you two are related," Adrian joked.

SAMANTHA'S POV… “By child do you mean Damian?” “Damien wasn't so cold back then when he was still a child.. he was the brightest kid with the biggest smile and also a bubbly kid.. he loved colorful things, kites, Legos, drawings too… He would always hide in the basement just to draw things and he was actually good at it to a point we all thought he was gonna be an artist..” the old lady heaved a sad sigh as she reminisced about the good old days…

“That was quick.” I sighed, grateful for the distraction. “Because there wasn’t any real training,” I muttered. Kai smirked. “She’s impatient.” Damien let out a soft chuckle. “That doesn’t surprise me.” He turned his focus back to me. “If you’re free now, you should come with me. I want to show you something.” I frowned. “Show me what?” “My workshop.” My frown deepened. “Your workshop?” Kai was the one who answered. “Damien isn’t just an intellectual lycan—he’s a genius. He’s the one who designs most of the warcraft and weapons used in Blackwood and beyond.”

SAMANTHA'S POV… “By child do you mean Damian?” “Damien wasn't so cold back then when he was still a child.. he was the brightest kid with the biggest smile and also a bubbly kid.. he loved colorful things, kites, Legos, drawings too… He would always hide in the basement just to draw things and he was actually good at it to a point we all thought he was gonna be an artist..” the old lady heaved a sad sigh as she reminisced about the good old days…