Damian Wayne Middle Name Novels & Stories

Damian leaned close, his own tears falling freely despite his usual careful composure, one gentle finger tracing along their daughter's tiny hand with a tenderness that made Elena's heart ache with overwhelming love. "She's perfect," he murmured, disbelief and wonder mingling in his voice. "Elena, she's absolutely perfect." "What should we name her," Elena asked softly, watching their daughter's tiny fingers curl instinctively around Damian's larger one. Damian considered the question seriously, something thoughtful moving behind his exhausted, joyful expression. "Richelle," he said finally. "After your father, and mine, in whatever complicated way either of them deserves acknowledgment. Ric

It was gone before Alex could name it. “You’re early,” Damian said. His voice was deep, smooth, the kind of voice that made people stop talking just to listen. “Traffic was lighter than I thought, sir.” Damian stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. The click of the latch sounded final somehow. He crossed to his desk without looking at Alex again, set down a leather portfolio, and finally turned. “Rivera. That’s an interesting last name.” Alex’s pulse jumped. He kept his expression neutral. “It’s my mother’s maiden name. I use it professionally.”

Lucas asked him. The old man swallowed. “Damian…My name is Damian. And I had a transaction with Lyon before.” “I remember him.” Kevin interrupted as he looked at Damian’s face. Lucas frowned, he didn't know if he was the only one who didn't know this old man. "W-Wait, am I the only one who doesn't know you? — what transaction did you have with Lyon then?" Damian slightly bowed his head. "Selene's father was a good friend of mine…in fact he left some things that I still have." Damian answered calmly.

“ Damian Wright ! “ said Adam annoyed . “ This old geezer again…… “ said Damian tired . “ Honey , calm down . “ said Diana , trying to ease her husband’s anger . “ Welcome mom ! “ said Damian with a casual tone . “ Hello son ! “ said Diana smiling . “ So , what brings the two of you here today ? “ asked Damian . Mr Adam was so annoyed that he was about to snap when seeing Damian calm and unoccupied . “ You……you being so calm and smiling so lightly……… “ said mr Adam annoyed . “ I know you like yelling and stuff but can you act in a civil way at my company ? “ said Damian . “ Shut up you damn brat ! I am the chairman of this company . You are only the president . “ said mr Adam . “ You are the

I kept my hands folded in my lap as we drove, wondering what I had gotten myself into by agreeing to this. Inside the car, it was quiet for a long time. I finally broke the silence. “Tell me about your family.” Damien’s expression changed right away. “There’s not much to tell.” “I doubt that,” I said. After a pause, he started talking. “My father remarried after my mother died. Victoria is my stepmother. She likes control.” I smiled a little. “That’s your warning?” “No.” He glanced at me briefly. “This is. Answer only what you’re asked. Don’t volunteer information.”

She nodded. "Yes, his name is Damien." She wasn't sure what Mark was up to, but she knew he was planning or thinking something. Mark nodded. "Okay. Did you give him that name?" Mark stared right into her eyes, watching for any sign of dissemination. Elena thought about how to answer this question, and then decided that any lie would be spotted. "No, he let me know that his name is Damien."

I took his hand and his smile was forced. “Akmed" he introduced himself. “Damien Wayne" I responded, introducing myself too. I let go of my hand and he did same. Mr Kuma called everyone again and we stood together for a picture. Irene's smile was all I needed to make my day. The camera man kept signaling me to look away from my beautiful wife.

Though people always noticed the strong resemblances they just assumed as they said the blood of the males in the family was strong but in truth the only thing that had changed was Damians name by adding names such as junior or some other. And this continued throughout the end of the 19th century and the 20th century, the only thing that had changed was Damians ability to control himself while in the werewolf state though he occasionally lost control and stained his fur and body with blood. In the year 1999 Damian was reborn as Wilson Damian Smith in the state of Pennsylvania with the only people knowing of his true identity being the butlers he has had over years, but it was the year 2024.

He leaned forward, placing his hands on the table as if he was about to say something important. "I don't understand," she asked, frowning. "May I know who you are?" Maryam narrowed her eyes at him, getting a bit impatient. She knew that Cornelia would be sad but for her to break down like that was surprising for her and she didn't know how to handle it. "My name is Damian. Damian Wilson." He smiled at her tightly as if giving her some kind of sign that she didn't recognize. She turned back to the weeping Cornelia in her hands and spoke.

Tamara said enthusiastically. Damian remained silent, trying to process the offer. “What should we name the café?” Tamara asked again. Damian opened his book again and pointed to a page with the word “OKDA” written in large letters. Tamara furrowed her brow. “OKDA?” “It’s an acronym for Olivia, Katty, Delya, Alva. The names of my four children,” Damian explained softly. Tamara remained silent for a few seconds, then smiled broadly. “It’s a good name.”