Damian Wayne Middle Name Novels & Stories

That was the question I asked Damian the other day. "Selene… can you not ask that for now? I… don't want to answer it right now." And that was Damian's answer back then. I still remember the somber look on his face. The positive aura that usually surrounded him had vanished into thin air at that moment. Then, I suddenly recalled something Lucian had told me a long time ago. "Your name is Selene Cole, but before your parents divorced, your name was Selene Ward. It's possible Damian is getting close to your stepsister because her last name is Ward—"

Damian. 'Can I... record this?' ***

Damian said, his voice trembling for the first time, “was me.” Gasps filled the room. Julian rose to his feet, astonished. “Impossible. You’re the heir to Cross Enterprises. You were born into wealth—” “No,” Damian interrupted sharply. “That was the lie everyone believed.” He stepped closer to the screen. “I wasn’t born a Cross. My real name… was Damian Rothwell.” Elena’s lips parted in shock. “Rothwell… as in Vivienne’s family?”

I spluttered out in a failed attempt to say 'were'. Thankfully, Damian seemed to understand and nodded his head, but smiled. Yes. But don't worry. I turned my head to look at his eyes. I've always been good at reading his eyes, and I hoped I still was. When I looked into his eyes, I saw nothing but love and pure happiness. I felt myself calm, knowing that whatever he was about to tell me would be good news. "We have a beautiful and might I add perfect little girl. I hope you don't mind, but I named her Sienna Makayla Stone." Damian quickly spits out.

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."

“Proceed.” Damien stepped forward before the Elders could summon him. He didn’t wait for permission. His voice was like frost slicing through the chamber—controlled, lethal, unwavering. “I am Alpha Damien Verlice of the Infernal Shadows Pack. Alpha and mate to Luna Victoria Solace of the Palemane Claws Pack. There was a time when her Beta was forced to call her to lure her back into Elijah's Pack. When I went to rescue her, he lied, saying she wasn't there.”